I blushed. I wanted to be cool.
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Summer Solstice
You’ll have to cut me some slack.
I’m a little nervous. You ran your
finger along my forehead, tucked
my bangs behind my ear. I want to
stay and turn and run. Earth will
nod towards the sun tomorrow.
Midsummer’s light about to peak.
Our heads lean in. That night at
Spintana you winked across the table.
I blushed. I wanted to be cool.
Yes, you may refill my glass.
But I’m a fast runner. We held hands.
You’ve said that you run even faster.
But tonight you whisper don’t go.
The full moon will slip off my shoes.
The longest day of the year will give way.
You nuzzle my nape under luminescence.
You ran your finger along my forehead,
tucked my bangs behind my ear.
Gravity is a force that draws two bodies.
The axis is about to shift.
Previously Published at Angels Flight • literary west
Photo credit: Grant Palmer Photography (also on Facebook)