Last summer by Sarrah Hakimjee
We swam in citrus sunsets and slipped through slumber, slick with sweat on silken sheets While the wind whispered dreams in my hair and I carried sunburned memories on my left shoulder You made a burning promise: “Clementine, we are orange, Furious crimson meets brilliant yellow” Last summer, we were fire. Today I wrestle with the moon Fireless, shadowless A delicate snowflake among dull stars Frostbite clings to bones And my heartbeat shivers through darkness Today I am who? Where are you? The sound of tomorrow is no different from the echo yesterday left behind. Flowers spring from the hardwood floor Sunflowers and Anthurium Look to the sun and scream It is summer.
art | Alice Fang fh 30
