The Summer We Began by Stacy Mar
Summer exploded with you,
Forever sat parked in the color black,
Days inn, room number three-twelve.
Cap turned backwards, hair askew.
Pizza Hut never seemed a likely place
For the beginning of forever.
My surfer boy in cargo shorts,
And I was your Miss Kentucky
Adorned in nervousness and wrapped in pink.
We sat atop my bed,
With knowing smiles and fingers touching
Beneath my blanket..
Without a word you got me,
Your mind my mirror image.
Love was ours and it was real,
As I stole those last few hours
In your lap, behind the flashes of our cameras,
We stole kisses behind their backs
On my sofa, while you clicked play
To the songs of Morphine and INXS.
They sang of our love, their words spoke of us.
The way we were two worlds,
Two distinct individuals of our own accord,
Inadvertently alike, we were one, a collision of sorts.
The way I got what you were saying
Before it was really said.
The way I watched your car drive away
In the sizzling summer heat, my hand
Holding longingly to the glass.
And the way I fell asleep that evening
As the moon snuck it’s way up between the clouds
Bringing with it a new day
And the new beginning we both recognized
To be unbelievable, yet undeniable.
