Thursday, May 26, 2016

Youth of Summer

He road the bus home with me,
May was sticky on our skin as
mosquitoes sipped our blood and bones.

I remember playing basketball
out in the driveway and how we waved
at all the cars passing by hurriedly.

Then we went inside for lemonade -
the perfect treat, or so I thought
before he lifted me onto the counter...

soon I was entangled in his arms
swimming in his warmth, a moment later
I was queen of Louisiana summertime.

Nex’t thin’ I knew he was in my arms
and I was in his mouth. Nothing hungry,
but there wasn’t any innocence either.

Now that I think about it,
my first kiss was mostly bitter-sweet.
I’ll just blame that bayou heat. . .

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