Summer calls me.

Summer calls me from its faraway places I can taste it on my tongue I can still smell it vaguely wafting up from the storage vaults of my senses O I remember that shimmering heat as it enhanced the sweet cherry scent of a sno-cone melting in the sun and how it mixed with the tang of salty ocean breezes o I recall quite fondly the coconut/Faber'ge blend of fleshy odors  from the girl sunning on a towel next to mine the spearmint taste of her kiss as our breath collided over and over while the lilac scent of her hair brushed featherlight against my chest and face o the smell of hamburgers broiling at the snack bar as we passed it bye as well as the fumes of car exhaust as we crossed the street to our hotel room o like it was only yesterday I experience again the fresh, frosted blast of conditioned air as it intermingled with the dry and biting aroma of the wine we  shared o the smell of sun-baked cotton as we pulled off our beach wraps finding our bathing suits unsuitable for our next dip into summer fun o her ruby lips and her golden skin with its Pina Colada flavours of coconut and vintage alcohol gave my tongue purchase as it explored the contours of her fleshly abundant hills and valleys o Then suddenly I was back from where we had just left immersed in the tang of another salty...ocean like place tasting its undulations as she gasped her approval of that Summer's afternoon delight ~ Summer calls me from its faraway places and suddenly I'm coming with Summer not far behind. o ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 01:02 AM PST   love