My Summer Island…

On my summer island
I dress in morning sun
And it burns my face, my mouth
My lips are swollen and singed

I fold myself
Into, around, and through the land and the water
Until I’m drenched in summer

And my body becomes earth
And my body becomes water

And we all shine and burn
Underneath the arc of sun
As it carves overhead
To finally dress us one last time
In crimson 
Before slipping down
The blue

Leaving a spray of starlight in it’s wake.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.