Lillian

16

Summer Love

gray
not a dirty gray
a light, mellow gray
your gray
soft, plush
smelling of you
vanilla bean
watermelon too.
my hands lay
in your pockets
feeling the voids
your fingers filled.

moist beads
drip down my chin
scarlet roses
flush on my face
as glossy rays scorch
the back of my neck
firing into my soul
and igniting old wounds.
yet the tickle of a breeze
and the sly wind’s nudge
makes me huddle
closer to you.

your fingers lick
sweet and salty beads
that trickle down
burnt cinnamon skin
chiseled arms
hanging loosely
by your side.

voices fly
through the air
higher and higher
carrying with them
excitement
passion
and dreams.

on pavement
ring summer beats
bicycles sing, awakening
the city streets
ice cream trucks dance by
flooding the city
with
laughter.
kids laugh.
couples laugh.
we laugh
as our plastic bags
heavy with groceries
clunk into one another
and our bodies
sway to and fro
like pendulums.

our strides
quicken.
our bodies
bump
constantly
as pedestrians
blur past.
sizzling, cherry-glazed
barbecue ribs
tempt us as we scurry by.
street performers
wild and unpredictable
flash gaudy outfits
enticing high pitch squeals
from the hypnotized crowd.
their bending bodies
block the path
trying to
capture my eyes
and peel them away from
you.

dark clouds drift by
shading the once
blistering sun.
your squinting eyes
relax
crinkling into
a mischievous grin.
drip, drip,
splat, splat
summer sprinkles fall
delicately onto us.
raising your bushy
dark eyebrows
you cock your neck
to the side
tuning into
the melody
of summer.
thunder rumbles
in the distance
and my arm
brushes
yours.
the sensation is electrifying
surging through me
like lightning
jolting, fleeting,
leaving me
hungry for more.

the dam breaks
large, fat water droplets
pour down like little demons
unleashed from heavens
suffocating the warm air
between us

we bolt
blindly running
down slippery streets
a sea of monsters tackles us
from all sides
and suddenly
I lose you.
my eyes
search desperately
for you
under heavy eyelids
imprisoned by
the forceful rainstorm.
something grabs my hand
my heart skips a beat
it’s you
your warm palm
fuels my shivering soul
and you become
my green light
leading me through
the deluge
as we fight the storm
together.

we turn unknown corners
and fly through dark alleys
my knees begin to buckle
my lungs are about to burst
but your voice
encourages me to
keep pushing through
reassuring that
you will always be
by my side

staggering into
the apartment
drenched
our hearts
beat furiously
like two kids
falling in love
for the first time.
without stopping to
catch our breath
we collapse
in unison
on the
soft
gray
couch

your
gray couch

making
summer love