summer cools in the water spraying
of the salt that will disappear.
The winter freezing under the covers,
don't wake me up till Mid-day.

He lights a spark in the eyes of ice-creams
before they melt upon the beaches.
He dares to be humble, risks stung a bee
or a wasp or a pest of a **** hornet.

I'm no-ones list of wishing
for anything gravely of all this.
I sank in his feet as my purity
was his conquest and victory
You won't  but hiss to any of this.
I have no faith to this wraith
and they'll keep it attached.
Always regarded an abomination