The sun hits me strong
With no compassion for my shy skin.
My winter shade resists and makes me
a late arrival from the moon.
In this childhood of summer,
My melanin grows.
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Tag: summer
I retain my composure
While I slowly unfold
On the sand
And in the salty water.
Not enough
Thermostable in the summer heat.
Chlorophyll-rich are my holidays.
Below my body in the day
And in my hands in the night,
Grass and flowers empower my journey.
I am
Relaxing and breathing
The fresh green.
Your pipettes are still smoking
And your notes on scrap paper
When the holidays arrive.
A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends
While you leave the long concrete corridor.
your mind rushes
to plan and refine elegant experiments
Not to waste time
While your bikini awaits you.
Gutted by the weather,
I fill the apartment with palms and yellow
And dig into coconut ice-cream
With my happy spoon.
Summer is still here.
The crowd surrounds me
and the water splashed while I lay
Dried in the sun of a lazy Sunday.
The last glimpse of summer
condenses in drops on my skin
while the green landscape lingers.
I today rediscover that skin breathes
and how solar radiation empowers my thoughts
and turns me into a powerful and brave curl.
Summer at its full potential
and me peak together this year
in the middle of an unpredictable July.
