Sweat and dust,
Beaches filled with stars and skin that smells like sun
Orange peels and burning soles
Tripping on sharp edges
Pulp down you chin, don’t apologize
Dirt is good, you know that I touch with tainted fingers.
Crisp light and soft sheets
Wet locks, washing detergent.
Start again move on go further
dance with swollen feet and heavy lungs
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.