...In the summer

Its been five years since and will be five years more.
He stood next to me.I held his hand.
The crush.The wave.
The pools of blood under my cheeks.
The conversations,I cannot remember.
Just words adrift in space, tinning my ears on rainy days.

Only the heat of the sun, and the feverish peels it left.
Two bodies that twirled under the moon.
Two Heads that hold these memories, only remembered as lust.
For love that is caught in the summer is always left in the dust.