poems about Summer (1)
Her days are gray and bland and the sky lights for no one, man or woman, when it doesn’t want to. He is the only exception. Around him sun shines forever and skies show blue for miles and miles. Airplanes fly and little kids chase the trails until mothers shout for them to return.
He reminds her of summer nights. And of butterflies and dragonflies and cicadas that buzz endlessly. He reminds her of grass tickling bare feet and rain kissing hot skin and sun scorching irresponsible teenagers. He reminds her of youth.
Girls dance in shorts and tank tops for hours on end. Boys laugh too loud and shove each other, grins on their faces.
She tells him this. He reminds her of mornings with soft yellow that are always ten degrees cooler than twelve hours later, when they rush back in the house and put aloe leaves on their skin and kiss the smiles off their faces. He reminds her of puffs of breath that smell like popsicles and taste even sweeter. He laughs at this. And she wants to say his laugh reminds of her of sand on toes and cool waves on ankles and running breathlessly at a horizon she never wants to reach. But he bites her lip and reminds her of summer nights’ storms instead. Bringing a breeze despite the darkness and inspiring secret smiles and hiding them from the stars.