NUTELLA SANDWICHES

That look reminds me of our teen summer nights 

When it was too hot to touch each other 

So we undressed ourselves with our eyes 

When the air was thick with anticipation 

So we crossed a thin line 

Between desire and love; we never stopped holding our breath

When your air mattress stuck to my skin 

Seeing the complaint forming in my eyes 

We moved our conversation to the living room 

Made Nutella sandwiches with the little resources we had left 

That look you’re giving me right now 

Reminds me of store-runs at dusk 

Soda and firecrackers and Doritos

The fourth of July  

New ear piercings and velvet smooth crushes

Overly sweet popsicles and hand-holding under dim street lights 

That look you’re giving me 

Remind me of every cloth we’ve ever stained 

The hope that we’ve lost and trust that we’ve gained 

The fiery passion mixed with the pouring rain 

The lovely bruises inside the graceful pain 

That look you’re pressing me with right now 

Is making me love you again through the clouds 

Stars bubbling in my head and flying me off the ground 

Stripped of everything but the heart on our sleeves 

All of this reminds me that summer ends