I spotted you amongst the masses there
with only a moment to choose, I feared
this was headed nowhere.
Giving you a raised eye
I slipped you a napkin with my number,
figured this was a love you couldn’t deny.
We filled our summer days gone by
with dragonfly dreams. Our love
left like beach vacationers and passersby.
Heading back to where they’ve come
but deep in the night, they’ll remember
what those summer loves have 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,
this love was swept away with the rubbish.
in the blaze of the summer heat, drips
of sweat rippled down our smooth skin backs.
we set out for adventure along the Pacific coast,
the four of us squeezed in a compact sedan.
sisters laughing, shouting, nowhere else to be.
engaging winding hair-pin turns, honking,
speeding, and slamming on the brakes
as the afternoon sun scorched the town.
we reveled in the sights, mountainsides, sea
cliffs, the endless shore; such views we’d never
seen before or soon forget. we eventually reached
the city of angels, the city lights; the most memorable
trip of our lives sailed through those late nights. we
often walked in a daze, both night and day.
a trip we still laugh about, the screams belting out
winding down the coast, and how close we were
to the end of it all…
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