In July
I wrote you letters
Like lovers of olden days
Love, in ink, bleeding on pages
That I never sent.
The words spoke of how
I remembered the long, hazy afternoons
And the smell of your sweet perfume
That lingered in our room
Soaked in sweat
Of summer heat.
The clear blue skies and
the dusky brown sofa where you sat.
How the setting sun peeped through the pale curtains
And kissed your face as you lay beside me.
The golden hour dripping you in amber
And burning a fire in my soul.
Our love, soaked in sweltering summer air
With your hands on my waist and a wreath on my hair,
I wondered if anyone will ever know
The way we danced in the sunset glow;
Drunk in love and
Sipping from the chalice of youth.
And when you called my name
in July, for a moment
I thought, I could never love again.
In July
We fell in
And out of love.
The songs of our love
Ephemeral yet eternal
Remind me of how time
Is but an illusion.
And
In July
I spent a lifetime
Loving you.
Picture credit:
1. Roses by myself
2. Photo taken from Pinterest. All rights reserved.
Roses & Moss. 