Skin Like Soil

Swifts and swallows glide
Like skaters across a clear blue ice field.
The sky is so pale;
Whitewashed with the heat
Of the day.
Lately I’m inspired by the feeling
Of the sun on me.
I can feel it seeping into me;
Skin like soil.
All I want to do is call you up
And describe how it feels
To have the sun on my face,
And how good this wine tastes.
I want you to share it with me.
Sit with me until
It’s too dark to see
Each other.
Smell the damp coolness
Of the night
Creeping around us.
Skin like soil.
Damp earth, cool air.


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