There

an ode to summer and home and all those things I miss

When I close my eyes

I’m there

 

On the beach

warm and safe

in your arms

wrapped in nothing but you

clothed in sand

your kiss enveloping me

in softness and bliss.

 

On the chlorine

floating with the whale

laughing at your

screams and

stupid dancing.

 

On the leather

watching lives

in a box

lights

tears

joy

with your booming voice

echoing in the tiny apartment.

 

On the windy road home

blasting songs

you don’t care about

the wind thrusting curls in my view.

 

On the wooden table

no portabella mushrooms

while we dance the night away

and you light candles

in the summer heat.

 

On the fuzzy black seat

contemplating God

life

with you

the beeping

and honking

in the stagnant heat

claiming the witching hour

in the closing of the day.

 

On the sidewalk

goofing at the table

polaroid flashes

while you fuss with

your long black hair.

 

On the coffee stained carpet

alone

silence accompanying

strums

marrying the evening songs

of birds

while whisps of sunlight leak

through the blinds

whisper sweet nothings in my ear

kissing my cheek.

 

I’m there.