Poetry by Fitz

to me, you are the summertime:

a breeze that wraps me in a warm embrace,

rays of hope planting kisses on my skin,

a ladybug and his coat as beautifully scarlet

as the heart that beats in us both.

you are the perfect summer’s day that i will never forget:

two men, in love, hands held tightly by a lake of possibilities

that we jump into, blindly, not holding our breath,

because we know as surely as july will feel the heat of the sun,

our future holds nothing but light and

hope.

you are the summer nights, where the air is humid with our tension;

i can feel it on my skin, and i hold you there, close to my chest,

as i breathe in the sounds of cicadas singing to our company.

i take comfort in the dark skies, because though the sun may set i will never leave your side.

there is a scent in the air, oceanic and floral, and i ask myself

if every summer night smells so divine,

or if it is just the smell of you,

of our chemistries combined,

that makes our dusks so euphoric?

but i do not care to know the answer,

because every night i spend with you makes my love grow fonder,

and my soul brighter, even on the darkest nights.

you are the beach on which i build our home

from a material that could never break

under time nor pressure, nor wave-brought erosion.

each grain of sand is my love for you,

that the winter tides won’t dare to wash away.

i wouldn’t change a thing about you, my love.

so in your summer

i’ll stay.