the sunbeam dyes my room in peach-orange as it sneaks its way through the creamy translucent curtains. there is something otherwordly about the glistening summer days. the sloppy touches of the rays that aren't too scorching but just illuminating enough to drench me in the sweetest caress. the birdie's dulcet hymn fills me from within leaving me feeling eternally sanguine.
it's delicate like the kind of days they show in rom-coms; the messy yet unhurried can't-let-you-go-yet kisses as he rasply seizes her into an ever-lasting embrace. crimson-stained lace linen that sculpts her into the most sublime presence. they stumble to a halt with a hyper-awareness of their skin as the zephyr doodles heart in cupid's memoir.
the flora and fauna frolic in the nearby meadow as the hummingbird purloins away the saccharine nectar. luminous little ranunculus twirl away in their rhythm sparkling because of their glittery misty gems and I ask for you ─ how can I ever not believe in summer's healing presence?
