Piano-playing,
pencil-wielding,
petite and paper-frail,
trace along his chin,
A triple-dare on skin,
rougher than she thinks.

Guitar-playing,
Hammer-wielding,
rough and thick-palmed,
play along her side,
a taboo danger tried,
and won with pride.

Breath quickens
and places forgotten
as the heat melts their hearts;
The summer days
that have given so much
to the one that was two parts.

Colors intertwine
and bodies disappear
into the path known by some;
Into the past
like a footprint in dirt
or a late summer's love song.