Untitled (as of yet) and oh, this isn’t good yet

It’s September, on the 6th
And I’m here, with you
On a blanket.

White and checkered, with little black
Pieces of Pepper…dancing
Just kidding, ants…patrolling the corners.

Our backs rock like the waves
We’ve seen at your cottage…
That time we were supposed to be…asleep?

When I look to the sky, I catch myselt
Blushing, you know?
Not that you’d mind.

The burnt orange of the fire
catches my attention…
Pulling me…away

Before I get up, I take one
Look at the checkered haven,
Floating on a sea of green.

Can you…do you…
Know how to look past
Reality and see faith?

Your blue eyes stare
At me. You piece of
Summer so unchanged.