The sappy air stuck to my skin like melted sugar

I looked down and spotted a ladybug restful upon me
She tucked in her wings and began to explore a new horizon of olive tanned skin- a remnant of the friendly banter between skin and the days honeyed light

Where was she headed?
A playful breeze danced with the Spanish moss draped from the trees
She clutched the unshaven hairs on my thighs like children do when hanging from monkey bars

Love is, cupping my hands around her, blocking the force that makes my hair stick to my lips