posturing

oh here she stands, in the sweltering of our madness, inhaling the dutiful asterisks and exclamations made by parties, once stranger, now all but familiar, wondering where the dusk left us.
at a courier's pace, breathing breathing breathing.
you and i are a cusp, so if we continue to rest, will our memories smolder? or remain a flicker, unsure and satisfied.
she smells of rose petals and hot summer skin, all the while unrelenting and forward footed.
she could write harmonies with stares, and crush boys with biting smirks.
hold remind; forget of me sweet reciprocated shuffles. hand in heart, wallowing aimfully, until keys unlock doors and embraces serenade the farewells we all know too well.