sunshine state of infatuation

peaches rotten on the ground, larvae festering within its flesh. pinks on blues on purples on you. the salty air and the wind in your hair- can you be my oasis? lights on palm trees could never shine as bright as you and me. this is home, miles away from everything we know. i wish you were here. isn't it funny how i hate swimming and you hate the sand, but at the beach is where you find me again in my head? let's be snowbirds, baby, run away with me. we can turn the music up and never turn back. between your thighs on a red tile roof- tell me i'm out of my mind, and mend all the cracks until we're whole again.