My Ideal July

My ideal July begins and ends with a singular 

        you. 

It rises with soft touches that trail,

       leaving in its wake curiosity and calm

It ends with abrasive bites that lay claim,

as I aim to mark what I desire. 

My ideal July holds you 

       close to me. 

It is a summer in solace with your company. 

Smiling with affection for so long,

       that I find my cheeks hurt at the end of the night. 

I find us laughing in the grass,

as we gaze to the stars,

smiling at them and hoping they look back. 

I’ll find the same moon,

       the one I’ve pointed out before,

and note it doesn’t look as beautiful as your eyes. 

July pulls us close only to watch us;

        she doesn’t want to take, 

        she just wants to find us together again,

        under her careful rays. 

I’ll run entranced in you,