The Blood & The Bones

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On a late afternoon, middle of June…

The sun had browned my pale skin bare in more places than usual in this dress of white cotton that catches an ocean breeze pushing down these unfamiliar streets..

Your hand high on my naked thigh or placed protectively on the small of my back. Always somewhere your skin on mine. I never knew if it was because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me or if you wanted them all to know that I was yours. Either way I liked it.

We find a familiar tune on the jukebox in every place we go. The kind of song a small town boy writes for summer or a cowboy writes for a woman he’s left behind to go on the road.

Drinking good tequila with Mexican beer chasers and licking the tart remnants of lime from each other’s lips in the golden hour warmth of the setting sun.

And as I look at you across from me all I keep thinking is how deliciously salty you will taste when I finally get you alone.

Summer love.

the blood
& the bones