sweat

walking with eyes closed,
the sun comes in bright
slumped down against
stale grafitied walls
bruised hands
wrapped around
a summer day.

we lay down
on the dawn,
hands and
legs in t win ed .
the rain fell
and summer
came too quickly.
it was like glass;
when we b rok e.

we used to play the
radio too loud
and laugh at
pointless jokes;
your l o n g legs
stretched across
the backseat,
hair dancing
fo oli sh l y in
the wind
as our
dreams
once did.

passion runs
down your back
stickysweat
andrushedupvoices
a hard embrace,
bro ken promises.
you forgot how
to form your

w or d s.