Summer Song Poem by David Blake

Antisipation, Kisses sweaty dirty love,
the simple things that I will never forget.
Trying to live without regrets knowing
someday it might all end. Waves and
dreams sometimes even love crashing
on the shore, hearing my favorite song
playing somewhere far away. Somewhere
in-between when and where I found a story
all my own. Burning in the sun, longing for
the sticky night where we so often learned
new things. Nothing but memories and
songs remain yet in my youth I often stray to
those days when we were in love.