Toes to Summer

it’s been easy to be lost lately. or distracted, unfortunately with open arms.
i feel the winter faded into new faces, wide eyed conversations ending dually meaningless when the finish couldn’t suit the start. a taste of welcome spring, skin on skin in star-crossed flings, renewed in flesh and bone and the sweet heat spells in ventures far from home. on we go for foreign wild fare, as the cool breeze blows and spring slowly drags its toes to summer, for freedom, in dog days we dare.

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