Summer, Even the Word
Summer, even the word is glorious
It lathers the tongue
like oil
glistening on sun toned skin
Summer, just the thought is radiant
White hot images of pink sand
are cooled
only by mist of sea foam salt
Summer, a sensual buffet of delights
Beach breeze tinted with coconut
carries the
joyous chatter of laughter and frolic
Summer is glorious
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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