Taste of Summer

I can still taste it.

It reappears on my tongue as

The Spring air gets warmer

And the sun stays out longer.

I can still taste it.

The aftertaste of champagne mixed with sunscreen -

Grains of sand in between my toes

My head aching from the sunbeam.

I wonder if you can still taste it.

The saltwater filling your lungs

Gum that had been in my mouth,

For three hours, or how our tongues

Melted together like candles left

Out on a hot Summer day.

I can still taste you -

Spring turns to Summer.

by; Tori Sheehan