To Touch a Summer Breeze
I know not
the why or where
of when
of if she’s ever
coming back again
I sit
in sultry memory
passing kisses
rippling the sea
lifting from
humidity’s wet grasp
hard turgid thrill
of lovers
touching
as they pass
riffling the page-less
timeless sand
artists
of a coolly
passing hand
wispy breaths
of sunset
yets
©8/3/2018
for Summer Breeze Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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