the summer

Summer was long and it breathed me in and out with passion and injustice, the days stretched out into nights which turned into mornings that became legendary stories I’ll someday tell my colleagues with a grin and remember the nights we danced among the filth of life, the kisses of destiny and the licks of the impossible that became possible. Our hopes and our actual path differ greatly. The wind tossed my hair, the sun beat down on my skin and the sand ate away at the scum stuck to the bottom of my feet. Were you my sun or were you the concealing clouds on a downcast day? My lips remain soft and my skin fair, but my soul pumiced and my energy inconsolably battered.