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I met her in a dusty record shop
It was a sultery day on the boardwalk
She asked me about the bus route,
then for hours on we still talked...
Her voice was pastel and her mouth was soft
Eyes speckled with green and yellow dots
I mustered all of my confidence
and invited her up to my cheap loft
Hair like honey and a heart of gold
I melted for her like butter on a stove
she made my Summer one I still hold
Close to my heart with endless love
She was the Summer they write about in books
She had fire for soul and a garden for looks
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Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
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“Sultry.” How very 1940s of you. But highly evocative. Thanks for Summer