we were up watching the sun rise,
the sky turning shades of a disco
ball; we watch through the blinds
the morning appear; the fathers
and 6 am runners snoozing their
alarm clock while we laid pinned
against the cotton sheets, drunk
off the summer haze, we became
restless of this life style, we were
young, eager like a young boy
sneaking into an R rated film, we
dipped our bodies into freedom
inside glass bottles and the mouths
of red eyes and blank stares.

summer is a fog of nights, vertigo
making promises on the backs of
people's necks and on the wrists
of our old friends, we promise we
will keep in touch, we will write
letters, we will call when the nights
get heavy, we take an oath to hold
forever in the palms of our hands
like a little girl clenching onto the
hourglass sand as she runs to her
father,

running with everything except the
fear of time running out, that is freedom.