Summer Love - Poem by Bill Munn
Warm summer kisses
seasoned with sand and
the taste of the sea.
The feathery touch of your hair
upon my cheek, sun dried
and smelling of salt air.
The never-ending drumbeat
of incoming tide against
the rocky shore that makes our
hearts match its rhythms
and beat together in a harmony
that we can pass back and forth
with a touch, or a look,
or the lightest of kisses.
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