Ecstasy

I ran 

barefoot 

On the cool grass 

Gently

On the hard asphalt

Honeysuckle and fireflies

Chasing me 

Towards the

Blood

Orange 

Sunset 

My joints feeling

Every bit

Of my knees 

Bent 

On the stairs

Thrust 

Into

Summer

Thrust 

Into 

Pleasure

Thrust

Back

Into 

That moment

Of wanting

Nothing more.

~Amber Comber