We ate peaches,
laughing as the juice ran down our faces,
shaking its stickiness off our fingers.
threw the pits in the grass, to rot amongst the flowers.

I had to squint to look at you—
the sun behind your head
making your eyes golden and your skin glow
like you’d only just fallen from the sky.

Watching your smile
made something open up inside my chest
something new and vibrant and honey-sweet
like peaches on a sunny afternoon.

By Sarah Waring