SUMMER

I love the smell of corn growin in the field,crisp and green and strongI love the feel of a tomato hangin on the vine hoping it may somehow become mine and knowing that its real,I love the taste of you lips interlocked with mine warm, smooth and telling,knowing how you feel,I love to give you a hug while I kiss you on the face,its the feeling of love believing there are only winners in this god forsaken race.The thrill of a cold ocean when we go to that secret place by the seagrass covered dunes,where we saw the nesting loons its new and old and real,its new its old and its real,a little new something that you somehow do reveal,just a little more than the less you always had concealed.Still new, still fresh ,still sharing the best,still concerned and caring,even with those regrets,keeping me restless yet completely at ease my head and face are calm yes I still tremble at the knees in anticipation of the next subtle revelation that keeps me beggin' please...