Hold my hand and stroll with me
Through my halcyon haze.
Melt me like soft-serve ice cream
With your warm summer gaze.
Embrace me under a shade tree
While watching the clouds laze.
But please don’t kiss me, lest I wake
From this idyllic daze.
Something short and sweet that came to me today. I didn’t mean to turn it into something so structured, but it had a mind of its own…