The warmth of an evening, with a slight breeze...it is a kiss to a twilight...the way the light lingers just a moment longer than before, even if just for a few minutes...the way we say goodbye, the loitering, the slight light grasp of a finger before you have to let it fall away...the taste of you still reminiscent on me in the steps as we adjourn.
June is the removal of the warm blanket, the opening of windows to the start of summer. The chirp of the tiny frogs...the cricket violins and the weight of air after a storm...light, airy...cleansed.
June reminds me of you, the way you change in a season...the way you start to warm, the way a skin can glisten...it is not high heat, but rather the slow build of warmth.
Reconnecting...it is not violent, but rather it is familiar. The way the floorboards on a summer porch creak and feel soft on feet after heated by the day...the way you can touch the wood and the afternoon warmth has permeated...the way I feel if I pull you close and your cheek strides against mine...like two hands but not hands but rather the curve of your cheek.
The way the sun strides across the floor with the arc of its voyage... I feel the same when moving towards you...slowly...inexorably. My gradual movement towards you is exceptionally slow...I cannot predict its pace.
But like the warming rays as the winter turns itself to spring...and spring in Virginia is just another cousin to winter...summer is the pretty sister. The one everyone hates, perhaps jealous. The bee sting lips....the flip flop weekends. It is when the day gets stretched across the sky in pinks and blues like taffy...and suddenly the night isn't quite dark but rather painted lighter.
An hour becomes extended, an evening lingers...loiters...it is like me, not wanting to say goodbye to you...cannot wait to see you again...not memorizing when that will be...but just like June hours becoming a bit longer, the desire in me increases...the sap rises, the minutes become annoying.
Any delay, to you, feels elongated.
We kissed first in February.
By June the heat had set in.
We are seasonal...and I am good with that as we head into Summer.
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