Idared Kissing Breath

we´d ride our bikes down the street with cards in our spokes bikes sound like airplanes. i´d close my eyes and pretend i´d fly... and whisper to myself i´m glad you are my brother. we´d bend like leaves in the summer wind torn from apple trees with carved-in confessions. we breathe bold and sip the sweetest air float directionless over chalkhearts on playground walls with that certain certainty that we got a home. i never will forget her fresh kissing breath that healed our scrapped knees from bike accidents. i never will forget the enchantment in her eyes when she sung us to sleep so gracefully. summers fell through us in a single breath when we were little boys and all our fears were wrapped in blankets that she spread out for us. how easily she made us laugh and how i wish i could make her smile. i never will forget her fresh kissing breath and keep these memories as they´re still gold to my heart.