the gifts the summer gave me

as we walk through the city

exhausted to the point of pleasure

carrying the golden sweat of the dying sun on our shoulders

i think about the gifts the summer gave me

i think about the blue conversations, late at night, voices dissolving in the lingering heat

i think about the pleasure of going home

i think about your naked body lying on cold tiles

i think about the exquisite crime of eating a peach

i think about the many pauses for ice cream

i think about the sweat darkening the hair at the back of your neck

i think about the taste of love, in the warmest hours of the afternoon

i think about the glasses of wine and the taste of rum on your lips

i think about the endless wanderings in a city we can't seem to get tired of

i think about the light cascading on our tangled bodies as we lay under the trees

i think about my sun soaked skin, darkening with happiness

someday from now

when the city turns blue and cold

i will lay at night in bed

and try to keep myself warm

with the gifts the summer gave me