song of summer

first thought in the morning
last thought at night
scratching at walls
skin
pens
keys
until the first sight
exhale
breathe in
drink
blink
start
catch myself
stumble
right
stable
smile
kiss
warmth
fingers barely grasp
foot hits leg
start catch
breathe
right my thoughts
lose some
stumble with words
catch myself
right myself
smile
stare
groan
leave
begin twisting back up
start over
start
stumble
catch myself
wait...

myself caught
myself right

first thought in the morning
last thought at night