Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Summer Dreamin'


Bon fires - guitar playing beside
smoke stained sweatshirts
'someone grab more wood'
put on the bug-spray as you lift up your
sweatpants cuffs - tuck your hand under my
shirt collar - don't think about dawn -
we made it this far - nothing can stop us now -
another sip of wine warms us up as we cuddle
sharing thoughts - laughter - s'mores -
dancing with strangers - falling in lagoons - leap of the lips -
drunken kiss - stars spying - paparazzi taking blissful pictures
of summer - sphinx waiting at the end of the dream -
to see if you can get the riddle right to see
the supernova over the last threshold- -

Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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