i SEE you
holiday weekend stop acting coy.
stomp yourself up to my porch;
better have packed a bag too.
i'm readly to lounge languidly, sip sleepily, and rest richly.
turning off phones, brain, computer, and mouth {you're welcome robert}.
with my summer track on repeat, we'll burn the scent of jasmine one last time;
commemorating our season gone by, making room for period anew.
happy weekend.