By Hailey Jiang
The scorching sunlight shining,
Bird calls lasting until evening
When the sun leaves and
The sky turns purple,
Leaving me with a love confession
on my lips.
Summer is
The repetition of the ocean crashing,
The scent of coconut,
The thrill of a carnival ride
In the dark, just us and
The lights, a golden spark
As the world spins around us,
Your hand on mine.
Summer is
The salty breeze in your knotted hair,
Seashells tinkling in the wind,
The smell of coconut sunscreen,
A lost memory, a drunken haze
Of what happened the night before.
Summer is
Seashells washed ashore
To be strung into bracelets on
This day, woven together on your arm.
The taste of coconut ice cream,
Cold and sweet, the after taste of
Your lips.
Summer is a coconut shell,
Summer is whirled together,
Summer is fleeting.
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