The Sun is a Part-Time Lover
Not quite a love letter to summertime.
By R. S. GonzalezPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I do not regard you as a lover
but you stroke my eyelids like one lulling
me to sleep. I float under your cover
with a pool at my back, cool waves dulling
heat that grasps one thigh, and kisses along
my collarbone. Florida climate keeps
you bold, and July’s aquamarine song
hums in ripples around you. While it seeps
languid and hot into my skin, know I
like you once a year and no other time—
drunk at 11AM with all my
sense leaving as the temperature climbs.
Will you stay long enough to even out
my tan lines? Brevity’s what summer’s about.
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About the Creator
R. S. Gonzalez
23-year-old graduate student who has a lot to say about storytelling and the power of literature. Loves character-driven narratives, LGBTQ+ romance, and stories about myths and monsters.
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