in the summer's when you really know

you're the only summer that I've ever known
sometimes things can be lovely:
a chewy summer's day in the park underneath an umbrella
frogs chirping in the dewy grass
the lace on a frilly elderly woman's straw hat
the glow of a monitor light glaring against my eyelashes
the wisps of clouds as they float across the iris of your eye
the twitch of my skin as it adjusts to your touch
the way your lips close tight to mine as we seek out the first embrace of time

sometimes things can be lovely:
a 1940s day
a wicker chair
a towel
tall straw in the breeze
a cold earthen stair

I believe you are lovely when I see you standing there.