It was a Summer breeze, on a Saturday eve, from some time ago freed, that carried on its winds, a thought conceived. I placed my cup on the ground, leaned my head back to the sound, and reclaimed a memory recently found. I reminisced on the only life I’ve lived. I recalled the only love I had to give, a life to build, with warmth, her winter days to fill. At the thought immersive, I told my heart – c’mon now be still.
I remember the ground covered white, the clouds beneath the gray, the trees etched against the sky, the branches, at the edges frayed, on that day, my heart and love I gave away. Upon receipt of such a gift, I couldn’t say, if she understood what she had to this day, my heart, a phoenix returning from the grave, looking back from outer space, inner stasis, in her orbit, held in by the heat in her kiss, a hundred million miles away, without delay, I had no choice but to stay, display my intent, pray she would say (sigh)… a wonder, a ray – of hope, my love to trade, for her heart in return, to discern, divine the truth of her soul untethered and undeterred, unencumbered by past misgivings and other things preferred.
‘Cause Her kiss was the source of the bliss, setting the rhythm for our heartbeats, soul deep, nectar sweet, roots twisted between the sheets, to effervesce and refresh, absorbed by the humidity of the heat. And in this, to enlist, whispers spoken in word and verse, up late nights, we converse, traversing across stars, across the universe…
Her aura celestial, immeasurable, better to explain, her aurora magnetic and beautiful, I couldn’t abstain. Lighting candles to sustain the atmosphere of the room, her mood to maintain, bringing us into focus, bringing us into the picture, my memories sparked and triggered, something to remember – like Summer in November, Summer in December, definitely something to remember.
Thinking back on it, the energy kinetic, caught up in the spin, lost in the sauce, fragrant cinnamon, memories and cherry sin, lazily floating on the wind, spending hours in the shadows, chemically addicted, slowly caressing her skin.
The thought was like a Summer breeze on a Saturday eve, coffee colored, brown eyed, superfly, caramel, and sexy, consumed by the scene, of the flowers we see, blossoming through the snow on the leaves of the trees. She arrived in January, I wanted her to notice me, each day, between the months of February and May, she inspired the feeling of okay, the feeling that makes you want to just throw your hands up and give your heart away. Cuando ella dice mi nombre, corro para responderle.
Reminiscing on the motions, upon motions, a smile, the look in her eyes conveying the notion, nuanced yet conveying the emotion, a living love potion. ‘Cause Her smile was Summer in November, Summer in December, memories sparked and triggered, exquisitely delivered. It was definitely something to remember, like the cooling relief from a Summer breeze on a Saturday eve.
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