Summer in South Africa

damp, drying hair
curling, stringy tendrils sticking to my shoulders

bare feet on the cool tile
quickly padding out into the sunshine

exuberant joy

bathing suit
peaking out from my black skirt, pulled up to my arm pits
hem rubbing against my knees

chlorine soaked skin
itchy like the short green blades between my toes

juicy and refreshing
sweet cold melon, literal translation: "spanish bacon"
bursting with flavor between my smiling lips

arms hot
face taut beneath the suns golden rays
sprawled out on the grass near the base of a tree

tiny ants
crawling up my legs, grass leaving marks on my knees

summer bliss

deep conversation
about future, love, trust, giving up and giving in

the perfect summer day in south africa.