summerboy

Summer of twenty ten; wow, what a way to chill out after a massive year overseas. 

It was lovely to come home and  relax into country life, despite missing the city atmosphere and general acceptance of such an extrovert as myself. I found myself a little lost, again, returning home. Almost like crawling back into a shell; so cliché.

Here's a, somewhat, fictional taste of my summer days.

6th january 2010

hey you can be my summerboy

play toy, bracelet ‘round my wrist

feel me twist and writhe in bed at night

no fights in spite of unknown light

lay next to me, the morning coming, 

dawning soon, monsoon; it’s raining

tears of sweet bliss, kiss and lips

hands and feet, that swerve and curve

with minds of own,  golden throne

sit down, I’ll wait for royalty

to come to me, sickly sweet melody

you sing, from chest my chest

polystyrene, mean machine

cracked and floating away from me

on train, waved into eve 

"~makes bird bath/zoë sound~ one more little chest kiss.."