A sestina of summer love |
I lay in the prickly grass at night because the stars were lovely in summer and the sun had long since gone taking with it the heat, heavy, as humid air often is. I gasped in surprise when he laid down. His hand trickled slowly down my leg, as he whispered into the night how he loved to hear me gasp but I knew he was like summer. His words pressed on me heavily yet I resisted. I knew. Soon he’d be gone. Then, my thoughts were gone as his lips tickled mine, pushing me down into the sun-baked grass. Words heavy on my lips vanished into the night when I tasted seductive summer. I embraced the last gasp of us, knowing that the dying gasp left me alone and him gone. He would leave with summer and we would never lie down together again. His smell penetrated the night and once more, I felt heavy with him. His body lay heavy on mine while the wind gasped in disdain. He filled the night and the disapproving breeze was gone. I watched the stars while he looked down at my face, and whispered his love for summer. I wished I loved his summer and his sticky, humid, heavy heat, but when he looked down I told him I hated it. His painful gasp ripped me, but it was too late. It was gone. He lay next to me, but I was alone in the night. Our breath clouded the night, words unsaid lingering heavily He loved his summer, and hated that last pathetic gasp I watched him leave, ‘til he was gone, and then I lay back down. |