A lightly scorched marshmallow is the aura of the porch. Where splintered, soaking floarboards waterlog our socks. Ash and clover clouds hover beneath the chocolate liquor sky Edvard Mmm stretches our faces, with laughter echoing the night. Stories bellow across a sugar ring stained table, and soggy socks dance like children’s noodle legs dangling edged…
The warmth of the sun in the sky and on my skin is reflected in the white of my heart and burning my eyes on your smile. The sand in my shoes between my toes scrapes scars into freckles, falling, forgotten. Soft winds embrace us. The winter in our hearts has gone.