You shone there like a watermelon in the sun
glistening gems of pink and black and white
and a variegated bowl of jade
       sage and emerald and algae murk
   holds them like a hand
And the smell of you like summer and laziness
You pull longing from each of us like a
   tug-o-war
where we have given up
But the taste of you is like
       nothing
like a ghost of summer longing
   a faded photograph of when we were
happy.