Grasping for Summer

By
Strawberries slip off my tongue,
as the slow drawl of sunlight prances through locks of strands of hair.
Sun tastes like summer, smells like home-
will stay forever like this.

Grasping hands hold in place this time.
Grasping for warmth, onto peacefulness just this once.
Laughter rolls out in front of me-
it’s the only one left behind that day.
Together now,
slipping away,
reaching
holding.

Water smells like adventure, holds like blankets-
blankets of gallons of liquid that
seeps through my layers of skin.
Still holing,
secrets told, shared, known, and lost.

Tasting summer, smelling stability, holding onto a day-
idea, a dream, an entire lifetime-
forever left behind.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback