...Dead Sea...

Standing up,
The tiny blonde hairs on my silhouette dance at the thought of your touch.

Face warm,
Body numb.
Exhaustion soaks into my soul.

Eyes heavy,
I feel a deep REM sleep coming on.
I embrace the unknown,
Beg for it to teach me,
As I'm willing to learn.

Chaos.
Creeping through my core,
Head spinning, heart racing.

I feel like I'm floating,
On the Dead Sea.
Skin barely wet,
Carefree of how the science of it all works.

Just bobbing.
Floating,
In this warmth.
The sun heats my olive skin...
And these stupid blonde hairs on my silhouette dance.