Once a year, my High School girlfriends and I go on a trip together. Every time, it really hits me how different we all are as people and how we live our lives. Despite all our differences, though, we have a deep care for one another and share a history of references from a time when there were so many intense firsts. The first time we got drunk, the first time we fell in love, the first time we had our hearts broken and all the other firsts, which filled our adolescent years living in a small town in Norway. It never gets old to go down memory lane of old crazy times. Actually, crazy times is not over for any of us. We still go there. I look forward to next time…
Your skin is the last thing I see before I close my eyes
You see the rest
I’m waking up
When I hold my breath, you exhale
This air has no distance
I don’t know who you are when you are not here
I kiss you so you don’t have to speak
Your kiss is in every little thing
In the cherry picked at night
With the dew of summer swelling
There’s a juice of pure delight
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling
