I break a sweat at the château
A party crowd that I don’t know
“La dolce vita” head to toe
I kiss a cheek to say hello
She takes a sip of champagne
It’s elegant, but not vain
She calls attention to her vein
And then she dives into my brain
Ahh, la dolce vita… and at the height of summer no less. It’s all happening… it’s all happening. July is here, and with it the very best parts of summer come to miraculous head. Some months are like that. They just fully explode into what they are, without hinting or teasing, and July is usually true to form.
Swimming pool summer
Gimme your number
Under your cover
I wanna take the heat
Making a daily jaunt in the pool to keep cool, as much as to keep calm, is a happy ritual. Like my daily meditation, it literally grounds me, binding me to the physical world, physically holding me in its liquid arms, and forcing an instant inhabitation of the present moment. Ignoring the power and might of water invites a peril I just won’t entertain.
She comes up for a breath
Fuck the rest, she’s the best
Her eyes are laser-beaming me
Suspending all reality
And just as soon as she smiles
She puts her sunglasses on
I haven’t felt this in a while
She breaks me down in style
Gliding peaceably through the water, taking languid and lazy strokes beneath the surface, the body is at once lightened of its usual gravitational pull. This may be the closest we can get to flying, and there is magic and majesty in such a state. So we fly, on the wings of water…
Swimming pool summer
Gimme your number
Under your cover
I wanna take the heat
Physical wonder
A sensual hunter
Under your cover
I can’t escape the heat
I can’t escape the heat
I can’t escape the heat
