In The Old July

We met under strange conditions of

an intoxicating sky,

on a day of explosion,

we loved in deep July

I let my fear succumb me

in these two years past,

and in my own self burning,

this spark burned up too fast

I wonder if in those embers,

something else can grow,

that in the ashen soil

love withstanding will we know?

I do not know surrender

to the plead of swollen air, 

but I wonder how I’ll feel

when I again witness your stare?

Will my body ache with unripe anger,

or will there be a great collapse

into you, you known stranger,

Will I long as I long now for your

breath, your grasp

I am not sure what will unfold in these

months gone by,

As I nurse my deepened somber

birthed in the old July