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like a sunray - a poem for a cold day

On some cold days I dream of summer, of a hot sand on some ocean beach, of warm ocean waves... Sometimes it is enough that I meet somebody, who looks at me in a special way and I feel the summer inside... This is a poem that I wrote on such a day, after I've met a man with a lot of sun in his eyes:

Like a sunray

like a sun ray you have touched my hand
and reminded me how summers taste:
sea salt on the lips
salt on the feet and on the hips
kisses hotter
than the sand in the summer can be
I want you to say
that you will stay with me today
and don’t stop to laugh
it sounds like some little bells
your laugh sounds like the holidays
your laugh has reminded me of a wind,
of sea water on a hot, sun burned skin
of sea salt on the lips
salt on the feet and on the hips
of kisses hotter than the sand in the summer can be
please don’t stop to laugh
it sounds like some little bells
your laugh sounds like the holidays

© by Bozena Intrator