Summer

Summer

An expanse of dying August grass 

Stretched out as far as the horizon could carry it.

There we sat, perched like robins on your porch steps,

Watching the sun gingerly kiss the sky goodnight. 

So tender is their embrace:

A moment in time which belongs solely to the 

Edge of this world and those beyond it-

As they held each other tightly,

We were permitted, miraculously, to bear witness.

The sun bled a crimson love into the sky, 

As though to say: “This is my blood, which will be given up for you.”

I sat beside you, a sugar-coated mirror, holding on and

Hoping you didn’t mind my fingerprints leaving smudges.

As it turned out, you had plenty of windex,

But I’d misplaced my roll of paper towels.

Night fell as fleeting light sailed into Heaven,

Cicadas’ sweet cherry melodies powering its sail.

We tasted a bliss like candy,

Now its absence leaves me starving.