august seemed full of promise love and sincerity yet already the days move too quickly for me to keep up and communicate genuinely i want the heat to consume me and take me with it when it leaves sending me somewhere better for my skin to touch the sea someone to share my bed and hold me gently all i've done this summer spring and even winter is write endless poetry about moments to go back to without sense or practicality do you ever think of me? you're in my thoughts consistently you dance through my mind so beautifully i don't want to give up on august nor give up on you so i'll give it one more morning one more coffee one more moon and hope everything comes together the way it was supposed to