Flip Flops and Cold Drinks
by Michael Doyle

Flip flops and cold drinks
Can only be borne of summer days
This season makes you think
Of stolen pleasures in so many ways

My favorite flavor, cherry red
Was kissable from her lips
So went the thoughts in my head
My hands wanted to trace her hips

This and baseball were my microcosm
Metaphors drifting across my mind
As I faced the summer heat with optimism
Time is a thief who often leaves us behind

There is magic in the summer months
That tantalizes those who play like me
On the dock, we sipped our cold brunch
Smiling at the moments of this fantasy

Looking out on the water brings a smile
As the cool breeze carries my words away
For a few more minutes, I'd put off the mile
I needed to walk, but decided to linger and stay

Lingering on the honeyed nectar of her kiss
As she smiled into my eyes, I wanted to stay
Being wise enough to know what I'd maybe miss
If I walked off the brunch, she'd made that day

Today is a day that I know without mystery
Good things will happen and happen deep
This will be a day of new personal history
When my summer girl takes my love for keeps

(c) June 22, 2024   Michael Doyle
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