Summer Love

Swinging through the peachtree air,

in my onyx black frock dress,

like a child in the playground

on a warm and crispy

but sunless evening.

My eyes moves like turtles

as I see gray tumbles hiding,

in the dusty brown abyss,

like birds hiding in the nest.

I see the dark turquoise sky,

I face the clear quartz moon,

and ride like a country horse rider

on my flat wooden swing.

Country living,

dwelling in treehouses,

below the thick emerald weed,

I see myself as an petite damsel,

with hematite colored hair

and obsidian coloured lip paint