Summer Kisses
after Robert Herrick
sun warms her skin soft as a peach I kiss her mouth and taste the sweetness
her hair falls loose like a dark river I drown in its depths and forget the world
her fingers touch my face so gently I feel the spark of a thousand fires
I took Robert Herrick's fondness for simple, concrete words and his emphasis on the sensual and intimate, and applied it to a fresh instance of a romantic encounter. I also tried to capture his characteristic abrupt breaks and sparse punctuation to create a sense of breathlessness and urgency.