Candy from Summer

Do you remember, it must have been in the summer when the heat layered itself across us and we were intertwined like twizzlers, our shapes melding and aligning and soothingly sweet, our shoulders touching, our legs pretzeled together, our heads on the same pillow and our eyes so comfortably close…our faces flushed with pinks and the sweat still sweet in our hair.  Our mouths slightly parted, the breaths still coming quickly, a little hitch with a slight swallow, our heartbeat visible against the skin.  We lay against the sheets, the light of the afternoon kaleidoscoping in through the trees and the limbs and leaves, the sun dead even with the windows, and it was quiet…quiet like an abandoned church in the middle of the night…save for the slightly slowing breaths…and our mouths that had been so carnivorous,

so colliding, 

so active and alive 

were now so quiet…but still tingling, like we had been elbowed in the lips.  A gentle elbow though.  

But mostly, what I remember when I find myself in slow moments when I am in a phone-booth in my mind

is the slow, 

peeling 

of our skin as you gently removed yourself from me for a moment,

like a fruit-roll up being pulled away from its wrapping,

leaving the glorious candy to be separated and

slowly folded into my mouth.