you paint me in orange
sporadically
intensely
impulsively
our youth is marked by this moment
one of anticipation
trepidation
and aspiration
we dig our feet deep in the sand
your run your fingers through the blonde hues of my hair
innocence seeps from your fingertips
summer citrus fills the sky
an hour before goodbye
we take all the action we can meet
yet there is a reluctance in your embrace
all the words you'll never say
fill our space
and even in its place
your eyes narrate a tale
one i long to be in
at the turn of every page
they show surprise in their eyes at the first glance of you and i
asking themselves how long it'll last
with the fading of the tide
and the evanescence of the sun
i hope you write me in your next chapter
-c.alejandra