Acer Sacharrum

you've felt

the brambles and sweat, 

the curl of berry-stained lips.

you've seen

the cornflower sky stolen

by a red-orange river,

the evening still thick

with lightning bugs and laughter.

I only ever came here for the fortune cookies 

I don't know if you can tell 

when I stare at the menu 

under shiny plastic with a red rim 

when I glance 

we can run fast  
run forever 
until we lose ourselves 
our spirit 
but it doesn't matter 

as we sit in the grass 
and breathe in 
as the air grows sweet 

My long forgotten body

                                          Pulses

With the glow of what could have been