I remember the warmth
of so many suns.
I remember the taste
of red berries sweet.
I remember your arms,
like anchors in a sea
of storm-tossed sheets.
I remember spinning barefoot
on wild, summer grass.
I remember swinging high
into honeysuckle skies.
I remember the song
of simple, starlight nights
and the crescendo
of our laughter.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
I remember the warmth
of so many suns.
I remember the taste
of red berries sweet.
I remember your arms,
like anchors in a sea
of storm-tossed sheets.
I remember spinning barefoot
on wild, summer grass.
I remember swinging high
into honeysuckle skies.
I remember the song
of simple, starlight nights
and the crescendo
of our laughter.
