I remember the time we kissed

Under the Jersey wind shelters:

 

Weeks of playful online chat-ups

Only to shy when we sat so close to each other.

 

Dancing under the fried bulb of a long empty bar - 

The guitarist counting his earnings. 

 

Waking beside each other

Complaining the other put the alarm too early.

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Our toes in the pool, 

Our bodies on scalding stone. 

 

We listen to the evening cicadas

After a long day by the swimming pool.