Summer Loving

1 .
Naked porcelain
perfumed by smoke
on a moist morning.

My corduroys on the concrete,
my coffee poisoned by caramel,
I try to wash away
the salt of sex
and the ocean.

Flies dance through the steam of
a shower paid for by quarters.
You dance back to your tent
through the tall grass,
the dew all you need
to wash yourself clean.

2.
Her fingers ache at
a whiff of honey
from beneath your dress.

Freckles like flecks of
rust on your chest,
your thighs,
the insides
of your elbows.

Once,
when she was a girl,
her brother dared her to
lick the rim
of her tricycle’s tire.

She wonders if you might
taste the same,
if you might also
come apart on her tongue.