Summer’s Sweet Soliloquy

With it getting warm again, I have a poem that may tug on the heartstrings a bit. I don’t have too many words to say to that end. I believe it speaks for itself. Please enjoy, my friends, and tell yours!

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To my summer love,

I think I’d quite like to go home.

To be with you and find our place out there.

To find ourselves in Rome.

To get lost together and not know where.

Have adventures, just the two of us.

Wade through the rivers,

and breathe through the dust.

Just to hold you in my arms for good this time.

You don’t know it, I think.

How it hurts to see you hurt.

Just how acute that pain is

every time I see you cry,

and every time you pull away.

My toes are always there in the sand

next to you.

My heart is there upon your bed frame

waiting for you to return

to warm it in the freezing air.

To my summer love,

The one whose hair is like a bonfire,

warming me under the stars and the cold night sky.

The one whose skin is like light,

showing me the way when I can’t see the sun.

The one whose words flow like water over me and my skin,

just the same as your gentle hands caress my tired head.

The one who I feel safe with,

always and forever.