just a summer thing

a french girl
shy and pretty
a gardenia
exotic
a mystery

smiles tucked under
long dark tresses
and light white
dresses
that clung
to breasts and legs
and the fluted wing
of my inexperience

she became
a hot summer
infatuation
her dimpled grin
olive complexion
worn tight
my second skin

dark eyes
earnest
and serious
scorching
the frayed edges
of speeding days

her accent
lyrical inflexion
soft lilting
pronunciation
music along
the banks
of the liffey
endless bad expressos
cold wind
off the bay
that made
us huddle closer

i plead friendship
but lust
to steal
a touch
and feel
skin, sin

words blue
as mediterranean
skies
day long
conversations
her voice
a salve
caressing
my face
prosaically
touching
my soul
with hands
held warm
in mine

She became
my every
waking day
and tormented
restless night
plans were made
excluding
all others
monopolised
each-others
bodies
eyes
heat

our
summer affair
confined
in the sweet kisses
and awkward
fumbling
of inexperience

I lost her
in september
To weak sun
and cold winds
by october-
only the sweet
scent of lavender
lingered

-dak

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