JUNE.

I almost cry at the sweetness of June.

Woken early by my own heart

unfurling in loving roots...

and now I find myself firmly planted

on top of the hill.

These flowers, like paintbrushes

dipped red,

as the feeling of a sob,

but only for the magic of breathing.

This month is my only sweetheart.

A list of all the warmest things:

desert peach, grapefruit juice,

light on the windowsill,

the itch of tall grass,

the itch of loving,

the itch of summer up on its tiptoe

peering over the fence-

a little love-struck.

-Not written by me, found this post, cannot find credits. Wanted to share :)