ROMANCE Poem: Love Lock, by Amy B. Moreno

that high summer, when everyone
fell in and out of love
and I fell in
to August, and you
spun by, with a sharp
slice of blood running
down your calf
from the beach grasses, I wanted
to lick it off
your sea salt hair
and rusty finger nails;
varnish rockpool chipped,
I remember your mouth
when we jumped waves
and we laughed so much,
I sometimes wonder if
we used it all up or
drank up all the ocean,
with wind around our shoulders
like warm evening shawls
arms and hands moved unburdened
dotted with lightening hairs –
I poured into my body
that high summer;
bare back
feather neck
hidden freckle
I breathed it all in
your shoulder warmed at mine
I don’t remember what happened
either side of those white-edged
postcard moments,
I suppose we worked
laundered sandy clothes
woke up in bedsits,
I wonder if our love lock
is still there,
on the beach fence
where we left
that one summer behind

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