summer days filled
with dragonfly dreams
our love, like beach vacationers
deep in the night
what summer love has done
in this jaded seaside town
after the blazing sun has gone down
nothing remains but tumultuous sea sounds
like a discarded napkin
left by a shattered dish,
love was swept away with the rubbish
Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-seven-08-30-2020
eyes squeeze shut all at once with
wishes whispered under breaths to be
anywhere else, anywhere cooler than
the constant heatwave of near 100 degrees.
Toes dip into makeshift sandy beaches
along the city’s river while children
play in water fountains next to erected sandcastles.
But here in my city, it’s another monotonous
day. I am wide-eyed making 11:11 wishes to be
with you in your city, your heatwave, along your river,
walking the streets when it’s your midnight.
My sweat drips waiting for you to wipe it away.
I’m waiting for the days where we open windows
to a gentle breeze and kick away the sheets for relief.
We circled the streets under
Hollywood stars to see the Hollywood sights.
Stood in lines behind velvet ropes
on those Hollywood nights.
Stayed out til dawn
& hit the beach
to realize the perfect dream
is still within reach
Santa Monica days led us to
Huntington Beach & Dana Point;
surfing, whale watching
then hitting the latest joint
The times of our endless Summer;
hitting the road, not looking back.
We gave it our all
until time ran out.
It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies