Taste of Summer

Written for:  Poetic Asides #485
“Write a summer poem.”

My skin sweats salt in summertime.
Ocean cools leaving salt scent there.
A season to sip chilled white wine.
My skin sweats salt in summertime.
I feel sensuous and sublime.
With eyes closed, I erase my cares.
My skin sweats salt in summertime.
Ocean cools leaving salt scent there.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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