Thursday, August 8, 2019

Summer Rain III

East Kent, 8 August 2019

School had ended, childhood too
our seventeenth summer
a flower of uncertain hue
we made sure each day
was minted new.
Your wide brown hips
were a fresh-turned page
we swam at midnight
in Port Phillip Bay
encircling arms around me clung
your smooth round brow
salt taste to my lips.
With gentle smile
you nodded assent
happiness unbidden
a childlike content
love's sure contract

The time soon came
there was nothing to say
you had your travels
I would take another way
the memories that stir
can never be erased
but love, ah love... 
that would quickly pass
as easily as summer rain.


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