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Summer In Color

A young woman, my crush, walks barefoot.

We are in the woods behind the subdivision

we’re she’s lived for years, and I’ve just come to.

It the first warmth of spring, like the sun might stay,

and the flowers are budding, the grass sprouting,

and the leaves coming back, giving modesty to the trees.

She knows a secret place, on a trail she’s worn down

with her feet in hiking boots, or bare in sunny warmth,

the trail to her heart, still pure and free and so very wild.

Over a hill, and down into a grotto and a waterfall,

a deep bowl carved out by the endless waters,

a secret place to swim and baptize yourself in innocence.

She takes off her tank top and cut off shorts,

revealing the swimsuit she wears beneath.

It is blue and white, one piece, summer in color.

I take off my shirt, already wearing my trunks.

She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the water.

The sun is soft. The sky is blue. We are separate from the world.

Our breaths catch in the cold water, and we go under,

into the ancient waters, into the font of unspoiled time,

pure but with blood on it’s claws, free but sharp of tooth.

And we raise above and she is now a mermaid, a spirit

of the unfound places, the dream of which I run towards,

in the emptiness of my days, the darkness of my thoughts.

And she wraps her arms around me and we entwine,

and I stroke her cheek and we kiss, weightless and cold,

and the sun looks away in honor of the moment.

She carries me down to the endless waters,

the stars in the depths, the moon in her melancholy heart,

and this moment will make we with wonder and loss

forevermore. Forevermore.

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Warm Through Leather

Old motorbike, white and blue, new tires, full tank.

The moon pushes the sun in an argument of their rank.

So few stars here, even in the mountians, so few points of light.

Kickstart the engine. Her head on my shoulder, arms holding tight.

 

In the dark, the shard of the white headlight cutting into the black,

heading to someplace promised in a dream, and we’re never coming back.

The small, ramshackle houses give way to only trees and the battered highway.

Her body is against mine, and warm through leather, and showing the lost way.

 

The broken promises and the lost live and the bitter things that were our future,

the dreams and love and threadbare hope we had to hold on to and bitterly suture,

The sense that’s there a place in the sun or in the night or that there’s a kiss from the moon,

trying not to burn away our hope and sweetness, for something ours, that’s our sacred boon.

 

So over the mountain, to a place promised in a dream, to some place safe and beautiful,

where our love will grow, and our life will be something good, and laughter is pletiful.

She holds on and I can feel her breathing, I can feel her heart race, I can feel our weight.

We got to go to a place promised in dream, got to escape this place, before it’s too late.