sunburnt shoulders have gone cold as we’ve gotten older,
it turned out to be what I thought instead of what I told her,
Summer made lemonade once, us.
Summer set what we couldn’t save, just became a volley
of heat and stars and swears we made in the dark
and forgot in the sun.
summer gave us a timelessness to be us
that’s now up.

moments made decisions
most forevers would never finish
giving intention the gravity to fall into happening,
engraving definition into seconds with no position on what should take place on
the face of a body constantly passing

we split moments open to see When it was holding;
we discovered years silently composing the brief harmony of here
and fresh bodies of before decomposing into the soil of soon
to bloom into now’s
and then into then’s we try to keep from remember when?

we split moments open to see how it was molded;  
we found that the nectar spewing in youth
underwent high temperatures of emotion,
leaving beads of this thick honey hardened by
sentiment sweet enough to taint the taste of history.

we split moments open to try to keep what was only loaned to us;
each autopsy, a reminiscent attempt
to save what time grows and age molds into retrospect;
as we find ourselves rubbing out juice spilled onto the carpet,
we think of hours we wanted to be ours that went sour like this stain noticed too late;
with an ache to go back and back pain,
we wondered if we could convalesce in the sweet consequence
of a time with no intent to heal the feelings we bled;
we were convinced these moments would not be short-lived,
but it was
a feeling that let itself be held in a moment
knowing forever would never hold it.

-imported palms lean like red smoothie straws
-beaches loosely stitch sea and street together, creating coastlines for
      those trying to flee anxieties deeper than inner cities
-traffic has its own hour to host freeways smogged and gold,
      giving coffee-doused radios reports
            that’ll direct people away from their schedules

we only had enough night left
to happen this one moment;
halfway through: we held the sun down hoping
to find loose screws around
thinking 'maybe we can bolt it'

You are
a once in a lifetime
kind of person.

He was the victim
of the highest offense:
being accused you were Six
when actually
you are Seven.