Summertime in South Africa

by remembertoexhale

I want summer air and summer skin
that has been tanned one too many times
the skin peeling off in strange shapes like continents
I want summer fruit and
bare feet and
all day in bikinis
and crackers with cream cheese
and whole tomatoes
and white wine
and too many ciders
and drunken kisses
with too many sun bleached surfer boys
I want salty sea hair that has gone a few shades lighter
I want my curls
lazy and unbridled
I want to be called
without wearing make-up
I want crazy new years
I want gelato all over my fingers
film camera hanging from my neck
snapping summer memories to keep for the winter
I want sunglasses permanently on the bridge of my nose
and I want Christmas with the family