Bright, burn and crackle,
Snap, burst and flame,
A wet log tossed upon,
Sparks a firefly game.
Marshmallow torches
Sticky finger's taste,
Butter kisses sugar sweet,
Slows the summer’s haste
Sing songs and hum a longs,
Lovers search for clues,
Naming constellations naked,
Each dark a rendezvous.
Last late night, the waves, the stars,
At dawn the sun is shy,
Salty teardrop promises,
Heart's hope, hands held, a sigh.
Just thinking of early love and summer flings.
