i can taste the weather on my tongue,

dust and sun

(i imagine you taste like this, a summer mix

of salt and heat and earth)

and sitting next to you,

all of this feels like


out of me in

honey-streams of honesty

(i close my eyes until

it slips back down my throat,

even though i so badly want to tell you

that you are

b e a u t i f u l )



A/N: "August evenings bring solemn warnings/ to remember to kiss the ones you love goodbye…" –"Paperthin Hymn"

"You'd know the truth if these walls could sing…" –"Audrey, Start the Revolution"

(Anberlin is my hero.)