Grass between the toes of our summer feet
our fingers woven together like lace
we draw in the August air
and let out laughter.
I lean in towards your ear;
close enough and I whisper
"I could die right now"
you playfully push me away
"Why die" you ask
"when we can live like this forever?"
I look at you, my eyes welling up
a nasty lump in my throat
my stomach turning,
twisting into knots.
"Because nothing is forever."

(I find it rather funny
for all the talking I do and have done
that the most profound moments
of my life have been defined in silence)

"Why would you say a thing like that?"
I do not reply; allowing the reticence to grow
the evening's cool air flows between us
and the sun tucks herself
beneath the blanket of the earth.

As this day has ended
so must all things come to a close.
I unlike the romantics am not high,
high on the perfume of a beautiful rose,
I weep inside from the potency of beauty.
I die inside with every love I share
because love, love is an admission
of the transitory truth.

"So do not sodden my love with your talks of eternity.
Do not sour my passion with your delusions.
This moment is special because it is fading,
if it were not, it would not matter."