A Month During Summer

by J J 2 years ago in art


A Month During Summer

Somewhere close to Octavian, but closer to Caesar

Somewhere close to showers, but closer to flowers

Seasons change and spring soon becomes summer

The warmth of your aura intrigues me, but I’m too scared to explore

So somewhere lost between Caesar and flowers, I look

I watch from afar as the lights grow brighter

The temperature raises, my heart beats faster and I explore the beginning of summer

But with the Chicago weather

Summer is never truly summer until the paleta man comes out

Until slushies are sold at candy stores

And the sweet and cool taste of summer brushes ever so softly against my lips

A small romantic gesture becomes a passionate embrace

And I know I never want to part from this feeling

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