Solid Ache

we are sitting high in the tall grass

on one side the freeway
buzzes on with red lights
hazy in the twilight

the harbor sits still
on the other,
empty for the first time
that summer
glass water reflecting
a slow setting sun

it's tuesday and
i am in love with her

my heart thrums on
with the traffic.
in settling darkness
we cough alongside each other
inhaling smoke
and laughing

moments
like this i want to kiss her.
salt air meets smoke
when it lifts off
& fades into
falling dark

i am solid ache this summer