All of the flavors of you are woven in my hair;
along with the sweet scent of summer still stuck to my skin.

I harvest rivers with the memories of that night,
the ones that so long refused to grow before then.

The spirits continue to sing in my lungs,
as the lingering laughter bounces between walls of my ribcage,
settling beneath the sound of longing crawling in my bones.

The faint wind carried my heartbeats through the hot air,
and you returned them with a smile that soaked through my clothes and made a home in my veins.

I remember the sun peeling itself from the sky and sinking into the night,
and how the stars began to rise as my wondering finally tumbled out of its corner.

My wondering allowed itself to rest upon your full lips,
and what grew of that moment was stronger than the shine of the moon above us.

Before I left, I made sure to create a horizon just for us,
and we can hide between the cracks of the sun,
dancing to the tale of how I fell for your light in the darkness.