i remember again why i hate the summer as the jeep jostles on the bumpy dirt road to the river
my shorts ride up over my knees and i have to keep my hands splayed over my thighs so you won't see the godawful things i carved into them years ago
the music blares and skips like my heartbeat does when we hit a pothole and you go flying into me
you laugh, leaning against my shoulder like it's nothing to you
i laugh, the heat of the day creeping into my face because you're everything to me
i stammer out something dry and everyone laughs
you look at me, the glitter of the sun against the river quite clear in your eyes and in your smile
you tell me you smile with your eyes and i believe you
i adjust my sunglasses for the third time but by the time we arrive in a cloud of dust and laughter the sun is already behind the tree lined mountains
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
i remember again why i hate the summer as the jeep jostles on the bumpy dirt road to the river
my shorts ride up over my knees and i have to keep my hands splayed over my thighs so you won't see the godawful things i carved into them years ago
the music blares and skips like my heartbeat does when we hit a pothole and you go flying into me
you laugh, leaning against my shoulder like it's nothing to you
i laugh, the heat of the day creeping into my face because you're everything to me
i stammer out something dry and everyone laughs
you look at me, the glitter of the sun against the river quite clear in your eyes and in your smile
you tell me you smile with your eyes and i believe you
i adjust my sunglasses for the third time but by the time we arrive in a cloud of dust and laughter the sun is already behind the tree lined mountains
Request permission to use this poem