It smells like summer tonight,
The musky smell of night markets
Lingers like the wavering moonlight above
I can almost taste the crisp lemonade we shared-
I can almost taste the kiss
That we didn’t.
I want nothing more than to burst out the front door
And make my way to you breathless
At your place,
Where I’d confess my love again and again until I feel it no longer
Under your porch light
That serves as a mock of the luminescent moon.
I want to cry as much as I have never wanted to before. Maybe
This is a mere side effect of Love.
The shoddy mimic of the summer
Hurts me from every angle.
How much do I want to
Confess my love for you
Again and forever
Until it hurts me no more.