Summer Sweat

We were unlikely

and it was untimely

from the start.

But you kissed me anyway.

You kissed me deep and slow.

You let me count your freckles.

A seed split open

as new growth crept forth

and caught the first rays

of a rising summer sun

only to be lifted from the earth

just before it blossomed.

When you were certain that it lay lifeless

on the ground beneath your feet

you dusted the dirt from your hands

and walked away.