your ears are tiny, like seashells;
i want to whisper our secret
across sunscreen-scented skin
& bask in the last rays of a
chaotic, burning sun before it hits
the ground.

cause the tide
is coming in, fast, fast, faster,
& we're changing, growing up
and stumbling round. ( lost, we
cling to one another, in the midst
of the world the color of my eyes. )


author's note-

i needed inspiration- there's nothing like the summer and how warm everything is. :) it's cold and rainy where i'm at, though.