our love was like sunburn
so hot
it kept us tossing and turning at night
our love only bloomed during the summer
when the days were the longest
and our hours spent conjoined, limbs entangled in one another
then it would eventually start to fade
we spoke less words to one another
till the burn was simply gone
and our love was shed
ready for a new layer of skin
a new 'you' to invest in
under the sun
beneath the stars
but, i won't forget
those summers when our burn
ached the most
it was all our love