A poem before the summer ends

Yeah, I know...the summer doesn't "officially" end for another month and a half or so. As a teacher, though, it pretty much ends tonight. Which means that this poem has reached its maximum ripining point. And, thus, I present it to you.


A kiss
Like a magnet
Lifts you to your toes,
Draws eyes closed,
Submerges you sweetly
In the surf of a distant dream.

A kiss
Like a second thought
Offers your longing
A linger or two,
Offers reflection
In the reflection of a pool of first feelings.

Summer's balmy breath
Moves from the cheek
Over lips
To the whole of the mouth.

A kiss
Like a whisper
Draws you in,
Draws you under
The spell of a siren song
Awash in a riptide of passion.

There is no shame in surrender
To the sudden clarity
Of a smiling heart
Before summer's rays
Dance, disappear
Ever farther above your head.