Summertime

I want to run my hands along your back
Like sailboats on swelling waves of ocean
I want to run my fingers through your hair
Like golden fields of copper wheat
In blistering summer heat
I want to run away with you
Maybe sleep against the mouth of the ocean
I would hold you like you mean something
Because in the curve of your smile I've found happiness
In the palm of your hand I placed myself
And I will lie here as the ocean
Breaks and cracks over my skin
And wait for the summer, wait for endless time and infinite nights
I placed myself in the palm of your hand
And I'm waiting for your fingers to close over mine