Summer Thoughts

Thickly warm, this white sky bleached
of the sun pads an atmosphere of
heady murk above our quilted sheet.
The city park takes the sounds of
sidewalks off behind the trees and repeats
them like overheard secrets to me.
They tangle through this Saturday chatter,
friends going on filling balloons with words.

And I see you there in your form;
the sun’s favorite child. A vision rushing
all at once to me. The rouge of June
has dabbed your cheeks and I can smell
the sweet dew formed at your neck.
It collects and it falls all the way down -
past the trees, past the sidewalks,
past this summer that is never-ending.

I am watching you and I am drowning, but
I can breathe and I can drink the waters.