A poem about memory and love by David Tombale: Summer love

Summer love is about the love a boy once shared with a girl amidst the sweltering summer heat. It's a story that is at parts fact and fiction and hopefully captures both the passion between these two people and how even when it passes it still leaves something beautiful behind.
Summer love

Once our Summer loved us,
often beckoning from the shelter
of the trees

Always wise and welcoming her little kids
when we’d laugh and skip along two hands
together as if all of us would never leave
the shade of emerald canopies

White lightning sparking silence as you
ran your tongue along my slickness and
I lost myself in touch and kiss and
warmth of us,

Summer loved us and sometimes
she lifts her sun tanned hands to wave at
me and tells me how she missed us-

loved the way I loved you,
the way gravity bounced us around each other
like the universe expanded in our hearts until
looking at you became a past time that made you blush
as the sparrows watched through slits of shutters
we kept closed in the hurried patter of summer rain
while the thunder played a melody
from the heights of distant cliffs. 

A poem about heartbreak by David Tombale: Beautiful summer days

This poem was written for a contest about memories of summer. This sad piece covers another personal memory picked from my mind about a girl I used to know long ago.
Beautiful summer days

I spent my summers by the river
Whispering these sweet sweet
Words to that laughing girl,
Captivated by the loveliness of
Her smile, honey gold hair and
That carefree laugh I likened to
All the warmth the sun could give.

We lay by the bank of that
Quiet river as the larks sang
In the trees and she made me
Smile as she stroked my cheek
That girl in her Sunday dress,
It clung to her as I clung to her,
Touching rounded curves so
Damn slowly.

Those beautiful summer days filled
My world with so much light
I wish I'd captured them in my
Granny's jars. I loved that girl
All summer long as we ran
And fell and danced in places
That only lovers knew.

Eric tells me that she is happy now
In another Sunday dress with rounded
Belly, a little present lies huddled
In mother's warmth, little baby
Did you know that once your mommy
Loved a boy in the sweltering days
Of summer that we thought would
Last forever?