Flashback 2009: Savannah

I step out into the hot Savannah air,

My sundress plastered to my body.

I look for you.

Southern jazz tickles my ears.

A static prickle dances up my neck,

Nothing to do with the simple melody.

I see you first, conspicuous in camouflage.

Your hand slips into mine,

We’ve made plans and we’re late.

Under a canopy of oak we vow,

‘Til death do us part.

Our kiss tastes of metal and gunpowder.

One more hug, just one more.

But you have to go,

There are men relying on you.

I watch you drive away.

I love you and

I pray the desert gives you back to me.

Poem copyright Ashley Graham.