In this early summer,
Same as before,
I stop. Catch my breath
Before we've even begun.
I start once more,
Taking measured steps,
You offer your hand.
Each time I try to fly
You pull me back
Into strong, knowing arms.
To break me would be your worst regret.
Calming me with cool kisses
Across my neck and shoulders,
You whisper sense back into my
Desensitized brain,
Slowly awakening a beauty
I never knew.
Through the tips of our
Intertwined hands you speak
Consonants full of nails and teeth,
Vowels sweet with sweat and sun,
Inviting me to sit,
enjoy, luxuriate in
These too soon summer days.
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