last august, this august, and every august after

August with your sky that's warm and your constant saturation, I will always love you 
and the way you play with my hair, tossing it in the wispy wind, painting it with sea salt.

henry & june [a front cover]

i wonder if his youth makes his views unrealistic. he doesn't yet know. i hope the universe spares him. or, maybe he'll be stronger than us all, better than us all.