I imagine the sun to appear
from the depths of the sea
every time you laugh -
your head thrown back
and your body like a field
of wheat in Summer
shaking thankful for the rain.
I imagine our hands like Gods
moulding five thousand
concentrical planets -
only enough worlds
to contain this feeling,
I imagine your smile my moon
and your belly my religion.
At our feet all is bleak
and real,
there is no music in the clouds -
I'm sitting on the brink
of a daydream
holding on to fantasy
with my teeth.
Ā© Copyright I.B. 2017
Photo by: Alex Talmon
AlwaysRainCheck 
A very nice summer poem š
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Thank you so much, Iām glad you could feel the summer here! (ā¤ļø sorry for my late reply)
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Don’t worry about it. š
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Goodness…wow…I love, love, love all the layers, metaphors, and imagery you skillfully and uniquely stitched into place with love and care. It’s so great to read your writing again. ā¤
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Silly me, I forgot to mention that I really like the title.
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I’m glad you do š wasn’t too confident about it!
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Aw, then I’m glad I remembered to say so even though it was delayed. It’s a powerful title that packs quite the punch! š
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Thank you so very much for your kind words!! I’m beyond honored to know you liked this. ā¤ It’s good to be writing again, I missed it.
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It is always such a pleasure, honor, and joy to read your writing, it truly is! ā¤ Aw, yeah! I’m glad you’ve been able to write some especially with the insane schedule you have! I know writing has missed you! ā¤
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