"Do you remember the day when I loved you? I do.
The sky was the color of cotton candy.
We sat on the dock and trembled.
The sun was setting behind the trees,
and it had been nearly two weeks
since your father hit you.
The bruises had faded enough
for you to wear shorts and your bikini top,
the denim and cream like magic
against your summer-browned skin.
The fireflies buzzed over the water and
I wanted so badly to kiss your neck,
or just hold your hand. I knew by then
that your skin would taste like cold lake water
and vanilla. I didn't have to check,
but I should have. I should have said something
to drown out all that aching, all the July
breeze and starlight humming above our
heads. I'm sorry that I loved you so quietly then.
I hope you forgive me for that, and for the poems,
and for never seeing you again. I still listen
to all the same songs, baby, just trying to hold on
to the sound of your voice. I'm still looking
to find that little slice of summer that we bit into
like wolves, lust dripping down our chins.
I'll come back to you someday, I promise."
//Auriel Haack
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
