Summer Consumes Me

Summer Consumes Me Summer your salty ocean breeze brings the call of the wild out of me, I hear the thunderous lion's roar and swishing and screeching of the red butt monkeys in the trees full of green leaves, I hear the chorus of the chirping, tweeting, cawing of the fastidious bird's mating calls. The swirling scent of the hot sun beaming off my concrete jungle brings my mind to a hazy state of mind, as your lazy days unwind. I smell the sweet lingering smell of tropical coconut oil and chlorine in the seat of my beach towel covered leather seats, as the beach boys croon to me of California surfing days and bikini clad girls. The pungent, unpleasant smell of the doggy doo that relentlessly clings to my strappy sandal as I scrape it against the rough asphalt of the pool's parking lot. The sweet tangy smell of barbecue grilling on a charcoal grill and the sounds of sizzle coming from my neighbor's backyard. The crisp smell of green hot money that a freshly folded burning a hole in my pocket, "saying spend me go ahead just spend me!" The aromatic smell of ripe red cherries and succulent sweet watermelon swells through the summer air and fuses with the smell of the neighbor's fresh cut summer grass, as the buzz and hum of his lawn mower wakes me up too early in the morning. The mixture of aromas from the gyros, corn dogs and cotton candy as food vendors obnoxiously pitch their mouth watering temptations from the crowded venue of our movies and concerts on the bricks at centennial olympic park. The sounds of my heart slowly drifting away to breezy memories of steamy love from summers of yesterday. I smell the musty lust that pours from my head as the power of summer consumes me.