Summer, colors, and sleep.

Pink blush. Peach sky. Iridescent clouds,
brilliant, like cascading colors
on the inside of a seashell. Orange light,
the sunset in your eyes, drawing highlighted
streaks in your hair, glass of iced tea.
Faded t-shirts, bubblegum and pistachio.
Jeans at the cuffs, losing their dye,
falling apart, wild sun-bleached fetlocks.
Flowers and perspiration. The scent
of tree bark roasting under the summer sun.
One hand over the other, leaves piled
in the shade, two pillows on a couch,
two murmuring voices whispering to sleep.
A rest. An exhale. Then, drawing in time
the way receding waves draw into the sand,
every grain, another dream, another memory.
Crickets. A bow slides across its strings.
Bodies shift like mice in a burrow.
Moments crossover, one over another,
and descends into a foggy mist of peace.