Blue Coconut Days

I'm already sticking to the paper

Where syrup and afternoon fuse

My fingers to grass, denim, and skin

To sugar, sunlight, and blue dye

Blue sky and my cousins' gossip;

Heat lifting us from ourselves

Gluing us to each vacation day

Loosely,

Gummily,

Fully.

Sharing with The Sunday Muse for Wednesday's "Let's Dance" prompt. Note: there is no dancing in this. Except for the bee. The bee is probably dancing. Go, bee!

-- Chrissa