I want to bathe
in the warm night air,
lose myself
in its humid embrace.
These memories 
haunting every summer sunset,
reminiscent in every golden ripple,
squeeze me into reluctant remembrance,
into once-held innocence,
into naive excitement
stirred by simple bike rides on abandoned streets,
cloaked in darkness,
legs and hearts pumping,
beneath soft-spoken street lights and shy stars
that turned away,
as we embraced.