27.08.2025

I imagine us sitting on the edge of the world,

feet dangling, exhausted but happy because

somehow we made it through

Our laughter floats in the thick, sweet evening air

as August swallows us whole, filling our hearts with

the ache of summer leaving; our mouths are heavy

with the flavour of blackberries ripened in the sun,

freshly picked with stained, scratched fingers

Summer doesn’t let it’s spoils go easily, but neither

do we; no, we just grin at the purple sky, wine-dark

as the seas of old, our smiles bright and tongues sharing

childhood memories of hikes and swimming in lakes

while sweat runs down our backs

If I could lock summer in a cage for you, I would,

if only because, love, you look so perfectly

magnificent in it’s light