carmen. her name falls frequently from my lips. my tongue touching the roof of my mouth upon each utterance. car-men.
isn’t she so beautiful this evening? despite the muggy weather, carmen maintains a glow which persists consistently through all four seasons of the year.
oh carmen, intertwine your hands with mine so that together we are infinite. between us we’ve created an unbroken line, which puts those perfectly drawn circle’s to shame.
carmen, with her messy tendrils. carmen, in her blue summer dress. i miss her in the small hours of the morning and lose myself in our shared summer over and over again.