Chirping of the crickets,
within the tall grass.
Hearing the Junebugs,
hitting the windows.

How my heart is aching,
missing a beat or two,
as I gasp,
thinking to be near you.


The crackling of the limbs,
striking of the matches,
the smell of the marshmallows.

The warmth of your arms
wrapped around my bod',
for that's my summer wish,
underneath the stars.


*Summer Wish*

© Victoria Elizabeth