Apricity

 

Dancing ‘round the parking lot; the earth spins under our feet

You twirl ‘bout your toes as the stars swirl over our tilted seas

Your head swinging back; the branches waltz by the leaves

You’re grinning at the sky and the wind in my lungs turns sweet

Your skin celebrates the sun, flushed, you're in bronze and gold     

The fire in my blood creeps up my neck like something old