Two Saturdays, One Summer
Two Saturdays, one summer I forgot,
I closed my eyes and forgot my pain.
Kisses were plentiful, my breasts
were young and tender again,
they tasted sweet between his teeth.
They were peaches filled with nectar,
tender tomatoes ripe in their time,
plush plums plucked from the vine,
lush melons firm to his touch,
honeydews lost in his clutch.
Summer ended and he left,
and my peaches returned to breasts again.