cold water that washes my skin with kisses
the way my lungs beg for air, and yet i refuse.
sitting on slightly Damp Grass at the very top of a hill.
it was warm and it was dark and the sun set on the mountains like a king
descends his throne.
the Rain On The Roof like a mouse,
Pitter pattering it's way across my forehead.
lying on the pavement because it was warmer than the air,
watching the steam rise from the roof of the school as we played
Soccer at 8 in the morning.
coming downstairs and seeing that my mom had
Rearranged the living room and
the strange feeling of newness and change in my chest,
it was almost Heavy.
sitting on the kitchen floor, back against the Humming Refrigerator,
kissing the kitten in my hands.
I wasn't allowed to sleep with Him, He was too small.
expecting your fingers to be cold.
but they weren't.
they were warmer than the Blood in my cheeks and the
sunlight and the Black Tiles.
cubing the Watermelon and eating it with a fork,
sitting on my porch and laughing.
the bug bites on my arms and legs and the
calamine lotion and the
Q-tips.
wearing swim Goggles to the Bonfire so that
the smoke wouldn't burn our eyes and
we could run straight into the water afterwards.
being excited to wake up in the Morning.
hating going to be at Night.
planting Bell Peppers and Baby Tomatoes and
Cucumbers and a single Cantaloupe in the
garden box behind my house.
only the Bell Peppers and Baby Tomatoes grew.
when my hands smelled like dirt.
climbing The Tree and
getting covered in Sap,
staining my clothes and stickying my hands.
throwing the Pikes and the Snapping Turtles back
into the water so that they could live to
see another day.
slipping and getting my Shoes soaking wet in the river.
more than once.
finding Blue Rocks underneath the regular rocks,
and thinking they were Crystals.
still don’t know what they really were.
the way my lungs beg for air, and yet i refuse.
sitting on slightly Damp Grass at the very top of a hill.
it was warm and it was dark and the sun set on the mountains like a king
descends his throne.
the Rain On The Roof like a mouse,
Pitter pattering it's way across my forehead.
lying on the pavement because it was warmer than the air,
watching the steam rise from the roof of the school as we played
Soccer at 8 in the morning.
coming downstairs and seeing that my mom had
Rearranged the living room and
the strange feeling of newness and change in my chest,
it was almost Heavy.
sitting on the kitchen floor, back against the Humming Refrigerator,
kissing the kitten in my hands.
I wasn't allowed to sleep with Him, He was too small.
expecting your fingers to be cold.
but they weren't.
they were warmer than the Blood in my cheeks and the
sunlight and the Black Tiles.
cubing the Watermelon and eating it with a fork,
sitting on my porch and laughing.
the bug bites on my arms and legs and the
calamine lotion and the
Q-tips.
wearing swim Goggles to the Bonfire so that
the smoke wouldn't burn our eyes and
we could run straight into the water afterwards.
being excited to wake up in the Morning.
hating going to be at Night.
planting Bell Peppers and Baby Tomatoes and
Cucumbers and a single Cantaloupe in the
garden box behind my house.
only the Bell Peppers and Baby Tomatoes grew.
when my hands smelled like dirt.
climbing The Tree and
getting covered in Sap,
staining my clothes and stickying my hands.
throwing the Pikes and the Snapping Turtles back
into the water so that they could live to
see another day.
slipping and getting my Shoes soaking wet in the river.
more than once.
finding Blue Rocks underneath the regular rocks,
and thinking they were Crystals.
still don’t know what they really were.
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