sunshine boy, sunset girl.

My laughter muffled in the throat of romance,
your hands in my hair, melting eyes like
chocolate- uncertain and fearless. You are
my diveboard, my plank- and how I walk you.
How I jump. How I swim.

Summer burns bright on our skin, our
feet hot against the sun-warmed
sidewalk, our hands clasped like two
trees that could never untangle its
branches.

A pink glow stains our cheeks, the wind
brushes against us. Cotton candy clouds,
bright blue skies, and plenty of sticky lips
from cherry red popsicles.

You make me want to fly a yellow kite. To run
against the sugar sand, and taste impossibilities,
head first. The idea of bruises and letting go- fading
fast, trickling away like sunlight. You tap the large
sunglasses on my nose, kiss the sunset in my hair,
look proud to be seen with me. I'm proud, too. The world
watches our hands hug, and every time you lean to kiss
my neck, I'm smug. Sunshine boy, sunset girl.

& there's a feather-beat of silence in how you touch me,
a still life violence. the way you kiss me is different, it
is a tasting, a testing of waters, it is a baptism.

hallelujah, I breathe into your mouth, and I go under
again.