Summer Adores You (Poem)

The sun drips through the leaves

Dancing off of their tips.

Tumbling down to the ground,

And your skin.

Without a sound,

It caresses you

The heat adores your hands.

Turning your palm,

You try to touch back

And though there is no grip

The sun knows.

Fall with it

 

Onto playful grass

Swaying at last

Bearing your weight tenderly.

The Earth misses you

When you’re not making

Contact.

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