I can smell the honeysuckle
feel the warmth and
salty sweetness
of a season not yet blossomed
You tucked the bloom
behind your ear
and smiled
You brushed your hand
across my leg
and looked away
I kissed you
and knew
summer had finally arrived
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
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