Summer of Minx
Poetry, a nostalgic vignette of the simpler times
We ate, ice cream.
Melted in your hand
down my leg
quick, tie my shoe
before it catches my ankle.
Maybe I didn’t think, at first, but I
accepted your invitation
to bend on one knee —
(don’t worry, it’s not what you
think it is)
[thank the divine, I reply
in telepathy]
— and kiss mine. You catch the ice cream
when your tongue passes against
your puckered lips, follow the trail
upward, into the valley,
you’ll forget you tasted cookies and crème.
Author’s note: Sometimes flash ideas pop up in my mind that beg to be written down, visuals and vignettes illustrated with words. This poem is one of them, inspired by 90s summers with no smartphones, just film developed after weeks and months of antsy patience… It may resemble the ‘brat’ wave pop culture is currently having.
Hot weather was more tolerable then. You could melt into one another comfortably with enough sunblock on, which led to more time getting to know each other through the looks in each other’s eyes.
Sadly now, I can only retreat indoors…but a vamp can reminisce! God knows I have at least 700 years down my belt, ha.
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