That June

The showers thrive in the morning, awaiting a blissful couple to tango through them

The beating sun arises, heating the ocean surface and inviting us to caress its waves

As I lay silently beside you, I catch a whiff of sea salt and cigarette smoke in your hair

The familiar tequila bottle sits between us, like the shimmering shrine of our romance

The seagulls croon a record composed just for you and me, a track that can be found nowhere else

Our divan is nothing but our cheap beach towels and the pearly sand, but I couldn’t be happier

Our tanned legs are tied together like a bow, sun beams reflect off of your sunglasses

Your hand on my hip, and we’re drifting, sailing away

Outcasts of the world, breathing summer, sleeping summer