Summer
Epoch
I found my summer with you, Irene.
I found my summer in shy glances and fleeting touches.
In tinted lenses, and overexposed polaroids.
In your bruised knuckles and my scraped knees.
I found my summer with you, lying in the middle of the roads at midnight, getting lost in each other’s eyes.
In the magic that I saw, where galaxies above couldn't even compare.
I found my summer in your floral tattoos, and the marks you made on my neck.
I found my summer in our reflections on the windows of your convertible.
I found my summer in the violent beauty of our love.
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