Remember summer nights that smelled of magnolia and citronella candles?
Remember how cool sheets felt against humid skin?
Do you remember the sound of a long distance train whistle,
close- then gone away, leaving only the Whipperwill?

Maybe you only remember the jazz piano from next door,
the bitter gin tonics and the hum of lawnmowers the next day,
waking us at noon.

I remember the taste of your skin and how perfectly it mixed with the strawberries you brought upstairs. Ripe and sweet in that warm dark night.

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