Monday, October 24, 2011

Summer ★★★★

He was summer
Hair like ripe wheat
Eyes the color of the caramel
we poured on ice cream
before licking the melted drippings
from each other's fingers
When he smiled he was my youth
burning in the heat
thick with the weight
of coming rains
quick to quench the thirst
of arid tongues
of waiting earth
And in the richness there I blossomed
He was to me the flicker of starlight
the dance that sunset makes
on drifting waves
He was lightning
and the ghosts of sandcastles
as they wash into the sea
ephemeral things
a memory of long days
idle moments spinning away

But sometimes he was winter

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