a summer list of sorts

the bed is a weeping willow tree 
seductress, engulfing, full of shade
i sit on her to read 
Oops, a wave
dry heat 
lullaby 
i curl up into a foetus 
just a seedling, 
asleep. 

cold water is deception 
she tempts me with her cool skin 
parched 
i offer her thanks 
her icy heart betrays me 
you’ll always want more 
never satisfied 
it’s human nature, 
i learn. 

salt, on my skin 
on yours and everyone else’s 
it can’t be helped 
summer sweat is like a layer 
of thanks 
a transcendence of water 
a meeting of your insides 
with the outside world.

 at least part of you wants to go out - the other part of you can sleep in. 

mohini