ideal summer: standing at the open bay window eating chocolate covered strawberries in my lover's white shirt after soul searing sunday afternoon sex. we smell like each other. there are tropical plants and books on every flat surface. there is a fig tree in the kitchen. the sky is grey and the air is heavy with a storm. my lover comes up behind me naked. he wraps his arms around my shoulders and I feed him a strawberry. we pull each other down as the storm comes in.