Although it may come off as an excuse
I promise it’s more for your sake than mine
Alas, boy, I don’t want to hold you down
because I’m not one for summer love;
You know the sun and salty aftertastes
have nothing for me.
The heat makes my clothes stick to my skin
while you’re wearing nothing but that smile
that blinds me,
and I didn’t bring my sunglasses.
Please don’t dwell on this poor bud
who was born on the concrete stairs, by the sand,
but loathes the beach.
I don’t mind the bits of sand
still prickling your lips and fingers,
but these legs weren’t made for show
And even at five in the afternoon,
the flare of the sun makes me scrunch my nose.
come back to me later, if you want
In the winter
where even you will need
the warmth of someone else’s arms,
so I'm sure you will not mind all these layers.
But for now, sun boy,
Go, run back to the waves;
they’re waiting for you
Dive in and s