...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.