I dream of my summer in shorts
I dream that my bones are not achy and we are in a garden under the sun
And we have time.
My dreams are a garden warm and humid and fruity and lazy afternoons with the fan on
And waterslides and iced tea.
My dreams are in the nineties.
Those true summer days seem so far away.
The sun's not even the same.
I want to look around and find a reason to smile in this day and time
Solstice
At 27 Celsius
This may be a normal day.
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This rain, like a stranger's touch on my skin
All lush and fresh, completely welcome
A line of light in the dark and then the thunder
And the drops of water slapping the thirsty floor one by one
Like an endless parade of kisses
I click my tongue to the rythm
And inhale its wet smell.
Babe, I know that you are not happy.
You are way too smart for that
But I don't care. I just want to see you smile.
I would keep the sky cloudy for you if I could
Your laughter is my high
You are the love I love the most
You are so dark yet you are my light
You are my forever more
I always want to keep you
Always Happy
Baby, it's OK
You don't have to be the perfect tyrant that you dream about
You can just be my child
Everywhere you look there is chaos, I know
But know that you are strong
You are beloved
You are going to be just fine
Despite this wretched world
Give me the gift of your smile
I want to make belive that you are happy
Even though I am well aware
That you are too smart for that.
Get your nails done. Dance to the music.
The little details matter. You matter.
Doing as you please is therapy, too.
Turn your "happy" on, and turn down your worries.
Smoke that cigarette and drink that beer.
After all, there is only one life, but work is endless.
Get the nails done
and don't ever forget that you matter.
