summer

The Summer  sun paints our  coco butter scented skin with its paint brush, brown , bronze  tones  yellow mustard outlines dot our shoulders.  Bare clad feet  dance  on the sand they dance to the music of the ocean as they sink into the waves. soft hands being held  tight , promises   being made in hushed tones whispered in the wind. Child laughter  
floats in the air and makes sheet music  in the sky. The  ice cream truck plays carnival tunes that call out to them like a snake charmer. Burnt  hot  dogs  tickle our pink sunburnt  noses , cherry colored snow  cone juice  glues to our face like paper , we  savor  the  flavor in our mouth.   sand castles are made by hand  first kisses  be made are they not grand we do not want this summer to end.