The fragrance of summer
tickles my lathered nose.
Coconut nostalgia soaks into every pore,
sinks deep into memories
scripted in tiny wrinkles,
protecting against treacherous reflections
-- the sun’s rays, reminiscing thoughts --
with opaque armor.
Silky and cool and nourishing and yet
a yearning for the salty deep’s freedom
engulfes me.
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