i’ve never liked summer
When it is empty again
And the summer sun looms,
Gloomy and oppressive,
Promise to wait.
Wait for my even breaths
To whisper against your neck;
To meet in the air
Somewhere
With yours-
And then inhale me.
Breathe in my fog:
Take me
Into your core;
Seeds and all,
seamlessly.
Breathe me in
Take me home
With you
Into you.
Promise-
Only at autumn’s last leaf, let me go;
Out into winter where our moving mouths survive
And plant silent traces of wind
Into the soil
Streaked with the scars of change.
It is there
I will be alive at last:
Hardened and frozen
And vowed to the dust of
The minutes from which we are made.
Peace amongst the ashes of time.