The summer I was seventeen
I kissed a boy,
And together we made
A perfect tangle
of youth and vulnerability.
I went back to our river
After he had left for the west coast.
The tides ran lower.
Sometimes I think of you
And you still make me feel like
*** and sunshine,
Frank Sinatra
and street light kisses.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
The summer I was seventeen
I kissed a boy,
And together we made
A perfect tangle
of youth and vulnerability.
I went back to our river
After he had left for the west coast.
The tides ran lower.
Sometimes I think of you
And you still make me feel like
*** and sunshine,
Frank Sinatra
and street light kisses.
