hot summer no AC middle of the day Saturday sex where we trade hits off a joint, let the smoke accumulate as sun slants through it and onto our bodies, naked with a thin sheen of sweat, sheets mussed and comforter on the floor, our hair is damp but the fan in the corner tingles against our skin and we laugh intermittently at each other’s jokes while we fuck lazy and pretty, and the weed makes everything feel rich and indulgent like honey, time slowed to a crawl, and the cold water on your nightstand tastes glacial and delicious. afterward, we kiss on the mouth in a cool shower, put on soft clothes, walk to get sandwiches from a deli, and eat them on a pier, feet dangling in the water while we chat about movies.
sometimes, life is so simple and so worth the feeling of running out of time.