Sunkissed Sorbet

A silk-soft snapshot of teenage summer — bold, bright, and beautifully unsure. With melting cones, cherry-tinted drinks, and beachside blush, this scarf captures a season of first crushes, quiet questions, and the thrill of almost knowing who you are.

I licked the sun off cones and sugared skin,
A taste like maybe something more than sweet.
The beach hummed soft, like secrets held within—
A pulse beneath the sand beneath my feet.

Two towels close, our arms not quite apart,
She laughed, and cherry shimmered on her lips.
I blamed the heat for what stirred in my heart—
The melting, not the way my gaze would slip.

The sky wore pink and yellow, like my mind—
Half sherbet dream, half question in disguise.
I traced her laugh in waves, too soft to find,
And saw the sun reflected in her eyes.

Was it the summer or the way she shone?
Either way, I never felt alone.