Once In August Poem by loic 'nexus' ekinga

I stay perhaps on your skin dreaming, squeezing between my fingers light and moving days.
I have no intention of stopping the clock yet alone, i am missing you with every heartbeat under the air that comes once a year to announce love to my bending soul.
I climb the tree i often hug in my confused mornings facing south, right at the top i watch far beyond the valley hoping that you will appear with beauty and grace painted on your skin but suddenly the tree dies fitted across my legs i do not blame drought and harsh winds. It was fed by memories. Believe me, i have not lost faith. I have to confess that even today it is hard for me to pray. You left my sight with no promise, only a smile and a shuddered hope.
Today, all i have is a wish in my stomach and a spinning mind. I have lost peace for i pretend that on your skin i stay perhaps dreaming until the night captures my fleeting heart and holds it against her chest begging me to stay calm.
For though ive lost my mind and drown in tears, you will only come by once in august.