the sun had been so wonderfully
warm against his bare back.  
It flooded him with a peculiar light and he’s sighed
out all the weight of living
in one great breath  
he had tasted the sweet scent
of overripe apples and had licked the juices and the flesh of the peach
from his fingers
walking at her side he had eaten the summer day
it was in him
swelling with his chest
falling with his breath
churning
it filled him
and his blood was gold and his thoughts were gold  
while walking next to her
he had eaten the day
and he had listened to her voice
and confused it with the sun on his cheeks.