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