Sunny: A Wondering

I lie in dirt, mud covered green thinking bout you, my anchor waves of desire and old love rippling over my body, light, aqua and Pringle patterns like shallow waters at the bottom of a sunlit pool.

Glass pebbles in caramel river cinnamon fingers dusting, coated with spice and dry, cracked lips, pink tongue to taste and music banging in ears, tan feeling in soul, sleepy eyed warm back sunburnt with joy, nap like a cat in sky beams, cloud minds feeling afloat, unsecured in reality, disassociated from reality, my heart soil and emerald grass shooting up like a tree spreading roots of mystique, my mind traveling elsewhere, emotions coming and going and the only constant is feeling so I think of you beaming rays and I smile and cry wet crystals knowing you won't feel sky blue like I do, and now the music is over, slow burn in moments and short, bittersweet in the memories we call Reality.