Like a climbing plant

Summer comes
for an hour.
And then two.
I soak up the warmth.
Beating above
our loving silence.

Catching along the
roadside, paper
thin blossoms.
Bit by bit, I see
a small way out.

To a blue day,
and a blushing night.
Your kisses, my anchor.
Your hands, practicing on me.
As if, I was made from you.

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