To Swallow the Summer

by Leia John


“There's showers here,”
I didn't think much of this information
until I watched you walk toward the building -
each step lingering - hope in every footprint.

You stopped one last time,
at the doors of your destination
and I could feel the glee of your
mischievous grin from across the field.

I found you there, stripped
bare and radiant in your beauty,
waiting for me...


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