June, June... we thought you'd never make it.
She's fashionably late, always the life of the party.
Warm, suntanned skin that only you can feel the burn of fresh sun.
She's old enough to know better, but too young to care.
She's vibrant, but temperamental
Cautious with others & reckless with herself.
Unfinished business, unsolved mysteries
life's great intermission
She's sunshiney days and dark, stormy nights.
She's the first cold beer, condensation running down the glass
Flighty and fleeting, here today and gone tomorrow.
Always leaving you breathless in only the best way.