Ocean Vuong - Summer Romance
In the summer, it is easy to have
the urge to catch a butterfly.
They flutter about making
acquaintances with all the strangers
while offering ripened melons
to sweeten the tongue's cracks.
But to see that fairy so frail in its flight
to believe those wings
could beat a heart to death
creeps chills as icy fruit
slips between my lips
like a smooth whisper.
Upon tasting its nectar
so cool, so satisfying
alone, the silence of a dark car
beckons the comfort of sound.
I whisper - what ifs- to an empty seat
while clutching the wheel for Fall.
That summer I caught a butterfly
and devoured bowls of melons
but out of all those lies
"I love you" was most delicious.