L and the Seasons
Samantha Finley L had me caught in a split second that felt like an eternity when I could just feel her breath escaping her parted lips and grazing my own. I’d never kissed anyone the way I kissed her. It wasn’t supposed to be anything, but I thought of us (a wild thing that would happen one scandalous summer, yet it was very much fall and I wanted to be wild with her during all seasons) because she told me her favorite composer is Ravel, but I should still listen to the Elgar cello concerto (only the Jacqueline du Pré version – not Yo-Yo Ma); she’s smart in that way. Beside her bed is a road map of the symphony she’s writing (I stared at it as she slept next to me). The rise and fall of her black cursive notes were beautiful enough for me, but I still long to hear the endless music dancing throughout her zoetic mind – I long to move her in winter and spring. |
About the author:
Samantha currently resides in Columbus, Ohio and is a third-year English major at The Ohio State University. Her hobbies include reading and writing poetry and spending time with her two cats, Penny and Ollie. |