Summer rolls out her
red carpet of heat,
glamour abandoned.
Sweat shimmers on
beautiful foreheads,
makeup melting
like wax from a candle
warmed by the flame.
The masks of theatrics
peel off like wet band-aids,
exposing old wounds
to summer's hot rays...
rays of healing
releasing fountains of feeling.
Do not be afraid
to embrace the beauty
of summer's sheerness,
unadorned by red lipstick,
unchained to the camera,
unconcerned with numbers
on a scale.
The cover-up is
no longer required.
All are welcomed.
All are accepted.
We are incandescent.
Summer casts her smile
upon us and whispers
on the breeze,
"Perfect as is."
