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

countersigned.

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.