Blazing hot, underneath the sun she lies
Conveniently placed trees, friends, and lovers.
Beautiful, all of them. But untrustworthy eyes.
They hold hands and chant, "another!", "another!"
The laugh means everything and the kiss means nothing,
No one stops to consider the implications
Of more and more touch and less and less clothing
They gather to sing the true anthem of their nation.
She feasts like she's somewhere more grand than a field,
The grass runs through her toes like eager fingers worship.
No word is spoken but nothing seems concealed,
A spinning world and hands roam, tightening their grip.
She gazes at the clouds, or whatever she sees.
They're high in the sky but no higher than she.
