Summer's Secret Love Song
“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name
It all blossomed in the summer of 1983
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name
It all blossomed in the summer of 1983
in a picturesque paradise in northern Italy.
One is a wild berry absorbed in archeology;
the other is a virgin peach with the blessings of Debussy.
Theirs isn't a love at first sight.
The peach hated the berry with a certain might.
Days pass, things seem to go all right.
Then the berry told the peach to meet him one midnight.
When the passionate moon drove the lazy summer sun away,
their burning hearts gladly made their hips sway.
In Bergamo where the sun stays longer, they seized each summer day.
But when summer grew tired, the berry left the peach in grief and dismay.
But when summer grew tired, the berry left the peach in grief and dismay.
They both knew it will never be the same
since the night they call each other by their name.
Forever they'll bloom and remember, but winter came
with a phone call that puts the other one in an eternal flame.- Cristine A. Despares
Hello poets! I recently watched Luca Guadagnino's widely-acclaimed film 'Call Me by Your Name' and it was breathtaking! Somehow, I feel that I need to get something out of my mind that clogs in my chest after witnessing such motion picture so here, a poetry of the film's highlights. I'm planning to write more poems about my favorite films so stay tuned. But for now, let's linger with this first. I hope you'll like it. If you haven't watched the film yet, do so and let your hearts bloom.
Ciao,
Tin
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