Remember summer nights that smelled of magnolia
Remember how cool sheets
felt against humid skin?
Do you remember the sound of a long distance train whistle
close- then gone away, leaving only the Whipperwill
Maybe you only remember the jazz piano from next door,
the bitter gin tonics and the hum of lawnmowers the next day,
waking us at noon.
I remember the taste of your skin and how perfectly it mixed with the strawberries you brought upstairs. Ripe and sweet in that warm dark night.