An olive world

When I least expected you walked in the room, and all lights turned dim you yourself turned dim and it eased the glow of your olive green shirt that reminds me of my olive green swimsuit you and I, an olive skin to clothe amalgamation so amazing you looked with your summer tan on that

Making me beg

Sitting on your lap, looking at the ocean You hold a drink in one hand, and my swimsuit’s back strap with the other You gaze, kindly at the sea Making me beg that it be me

If it were up to me

If it were up to me, I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t smile. I wouldn’t talk much. I’d be sitting by the beach all day, writing, quenching thirst with juice in the other hand. Bare skinned and in a swimsuit, lounging and dipping into the smelting hot golden sand. Letting my skin bake into the brownest