Poem by Grace Payne
Art by Athena Li
I met you in the summer heat— forever fated fever dream.
still with your love, I turn water to steam
slowly you seep into every rivet
trailing my lips for a fine sweet minute
the most sugary maple tree
could never compare to thee
such pleasure to behold, your bottled gold,
endless summer I forever hold
but once the fleeting moment passes
I feel the weight of all my classes
with sorrow I sink into numbing routine
my only hope, from you I glean
drifting to sleep I am sick with woe
your absence is my bitterest foe
yet still in my heart such joy you stir up,
my beloved roger’s golden syrup.