A canopy of trees,
the swish of water, and the goose bumps brought on by a breeze.
It's fingertips
enjoying the texture of a lover's back as they curl in.
It's moments; it's memories, carried in by a tide.
It's the pretense and posture
from which we all hide.
It's being lulled to sleep
by the sound of crickets
the hum of an air conditioner
blocking off sound from the world.
Summertime always meant peace
a reason for escape
a safe place to run to,
moments of release.
Periwinkles running over entangled feet........a tear resting on the shell of a crab, he holds my embrace, sees me weak.........
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