i’ve never liked summer

When it is empty again

And the summer sun looms,

Gloomy and oppressive,

Promise to wait.

Wait for my even breaths

To whisper against your neck;

To meet in the air

Somewhere

With yours-

And then inhale me.

Breathe in my fog:

Take me

Into your core;

Seeds and all,

seamlessly.

Breathe me in

Take me home

With you

Into you.

Promise-

Only at autumn's last leaf, let me go;

Out into winter where our moving mouths survive

And plant silent traces of wind

Into the soil

Streaked with the scars of change.

It is there

I will be alive at last:

Hardened and frozen

And vowed to the dust of

The minutes from which we are made.

Peace amongst the ashes of time.