Boardwalk Saturdays

I remember the smell of sunshine
as it fused my veins
with the surface of my skin
pores opening like flowers
to breathe it all in

and the taste of summer sounds
playing in loops of rhythm
vibrating on my tongue
beats panting like drums
desperate to be sung

the sight of the whistling wind
skipping across the breaks
painting visions before me
eyes searching like hope wells
meeting in perfect dance

I remember boardwalk saturdays
and how time extended time
frozen like a photo
my hands melting within yours
and you slowly drifting
away from me

© Copyright 2016 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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