summer

I kiss your berry stained lips.

I can taste the strawberries and straw hats and the long grass we walked through yesterday.

A view of entangled limbs, tanned and sticky with perspiration. 

Memories from last night are sluggish. The only clarity I need is waking up to the sound of our mingled breaths.

Drawn blinds trap in the stifling heat. My eyes follow the shadows that are inching lazily behind streaks of late afternoon sun. 

Gold illuminates tiny dust silhouettes. Your hand is outstretched, trying to catch them.

Stale smoke and last night's cigarette butts litter the table. Our clothes and patches of sparse sunlight litter the floor. Bustle-bustle of the city wafts in through a crack in the window. But within these walls, time is sleepy.

Hot and lazy days stretch out in front of us like a summer road trip with no destination and no end. Just my hand in your hand and the open road.

Just each other's company in a summer when we were both young.