we laid claim on the longest days,
those that promised heat,
blades of grass slipping through our fingers —
yours were shaking; mine were weak.
all we played were juvenile games
but not to us,
for neither kept our cards close to our chests
for very long.
in those months, in rays of sun,
we had no mind for rules,
’cause there’s a first time for everything,
and we had not a thing to lose.
so we let the fireworks crackle,
and we watched every sun’s final show,
and we waited for the stars to align
and for our hearts to finally be whole.
your fingers still shake laced between mine
but not from nerves — from zeal,
and the only thing weak is my knees
knowing our summer became a year.
maybe the fever will break
as the weather starts to cool,
but now even the longest days
can’t unveil my love for you.