Summer Souvenir

the sun has kissed you
he made love to you
your freckles seem like lovebites

and now you're sitting on the edge of my bed
a little shaky, a little tired
like some child returning home
from too much fun and play

but your soul got tangled
by the beach
unable to let go
not wanting to

so you ended up holding the sky in one hand
the ground in the other
bringing me a little of each as a Summer souvenir

the sun has kissed you
he made love to you
your freckles seem like lovebites

and now you're breathing out the salty air
that got lost within your lungs
and your lips they taste of sea, of rolling tides and spray

the sound of your voice against my ear is
like sand running through my fingers -
tickling my skin
a second of soft warmth
then gone

I'm not listening
but can I steal a little kiss
as a Summer souvenir?

the sun has kissed you
he made love to you
your freckles seem like lovebites

you're leaving

a ship's departure from the shore
your dress you wear like a sail
brightly reflecting the sun

with every breeze there's motion
you go further
                         and
                                                 further


until your freckles are
only a smudge
a blur
a thought

Once was...

... I forgot.