Gold Ropes / Lost Summer

My hair is a set of
sun-warmed curtains
I tie back with gold ropes.
In the quiet of your bedroom
you tell me that my mouth
breathes a breeze from
some lost summer you
wished would never end;
in me, you say, you’ve
found it all again.

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