For My Treasure

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