It was a Summer breeze,
On a Saturday eve,
From some time ago freed,
Coursing through the humidity,
Carrying on its winds,
A thought conceived.

I placed my cup on the ground.
Raising my hand to my head,
Kneading the tension in my brow.
I leaned into the melody,
Leaning my head back to the sound,
Profound in it’s hypnosis and simplicity,
Reclaiming this memory most recently found.

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I reminisced on this,
On the only life I’ve lived,
To give the only love,
Only life to build,
With warmth,
Her winter days to fill.
At the thought immersive,
I told my heart,
“C’mon now be still.”

I can recall the sounds,
Clouds above the haze,
Trace the ground covered white,
Slight trees etching lines,
Pines swaying against the gray.
On that day,
My heart and love I gave away,
A juvenile runaway.

Upon receipt of such a gift,
I couldn’t say,
if she understood what she had
To this day,
My heart, in love,
At play,
A phoenix returning from the grave,
Looking back from outer space…

…Inner stasis,
In her orbit,
Held in by the heat,
In her kiss.
Many miles away,
Racing back,
Without delay,

I had no choice,
But to stay,
Display my intent,
Pray she would say “…”
Holding onto a ray –
Of hope, a note,
for my love to trade,
For her heart in return,
To discern, to define the truth,
The proof of her soul untethered and undeterred,
Unencumbered by past misgivings,
And other things preferred.

Thinking back on it,
The energy’s still kinetic,
Caught up in the spin,
Lost in the sauce,
Fragrant cinnamon,
Memories and strawberry sins,
Lazily floating on the wind,
Spending hours in the shadows,
Slowly caressing her skin,
Glitter scattered,
Chemically addicted.

She arrived in January.
I wanted her to notice me,
Each day,
Between the months of February and May

Sentimental, themed instrumental,
A love jonezs incidental.
Inspiring 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.

All because her voice,
Hypnotic, melodic,
An exquisite choice,
Set the rhythm for our heartbeats,
Soul deep, nectar sweet,
With roots twisted beneath the sheets,
To effervesce and refresh,
Absorbed by the humidity of the heat.

It was true that her kiss,
Was the source of the bliss,
And in this, to enlist,
Our whispers spoken in word and verse.
Up late nights, we conversed,
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,
The mood to maintain,
Bringing us into focus,
The Image sugar stained.
Bringing us into the picture,
My memories sparked and triggered,
Something to remember,
Like Summer in November,
Summer in December,
Definitely something to remember

Though the thought of her was,
Like a Summer breeze,
On a Saturday eve,
Coffee colored, brown-eyed,
Superfly, caramel, and sexy,
Consumed by the scene,
Framed by the flowers we see,
Blossoming through the snow,
On the verdant leaves of the trees.

But to be real,
All I’m doing is wasting time,
Occupying my mind,
Recalling the scent of her smile,
Reminiscing on the motions,
upon motions, her style,
The look in her eyes,
Conveying the notion,
Conveying the emotion,
yet nuanced,
A living love potion.
Yet and still Her smile is.
Summer in November,
Summer in December,
Memories sparked and triggered,
Exquisitely delivered.

This was definitely something to remember.
Like the cooling relief,
From a Summer breeze,
On a Saturday eve.

by malakhai.jonezs
(c)Copyright 2020