Summer
Arms tight, holding the world on his shoulders
Lips curled awaiting soft skin to touch
His loose black shirt resting on his body
His hat low to hide him from the world
Eyes wide with anticipation and excitement
Lips waiting whatever to come
His smile reveals his nervous side
His soft hands gently clutching the air
His head back watching the world pass by
Cool, calm and collective
His stillness is the key to his mind
His eyes watch the things that he loves with passion
Never to be broken is the stare of love, he holds in his soul
His arms tight with anticipation to be remembered
His hands ready to be taken
