In between

The whirling of the scarlet wind

The night held stillness like a lover’s heart

Flavoured conversations furnishing my insides

And just as I almost threw my skin against his

He curled on me, like a butterfly on a waterlily

Told me how time seems to hold still around us

 

I knew exactly what he meant

I too, do not want this summer to end

 

So I delight in his visions, he

A golden honey skin toned resembling a sunrise

I bump his shoulder, in the ways a lover would

And told him, I believed the legend to be true

Paris truly dreams with the lovers