On this sweet June day, a poem inspired by my recent trip to Lanzarote.
Famara
Skin crisp as
that time we drove
down winding roads
wearing nothing but
bikinis the air
smelled of freedom and
sunscreen
I remember getting thrown
around in the whitewash
waves crashing on the sand
I screamed with joy
ultimate happiness is
this
right here
I lost my bikini top
to the ocean
the sun dried my body
crisp with salt
sand crawling everywhere
hair full of waves
got the car started
celebrating everything
music loud singing
all the way back
home through
the long desert roads
windows down
wearing nothing but
bikini bottoms
the ocean took my top
officer
and I've never felt more free
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