Poems For Her: 3. In June, Missing April

I don’t know how to say

what you want to hear

But I do want you here

I want to go swimming with you

(to get our hair wet)

and splash you

(you splash back)

and kick mud at you

(my aim isn’t very good)

and try to catch tadpoles

(we can’t, we’re too slow)

and walk up to the school

(your hair is still wet from swimming)

and hang out on the swings

(my hair dries in the wind)

and pick blackberries

(they aren’t all ripe)

and paint our lips red with them

(some gets on my cheeks)

and kiss

(you taste like blackberries)

and walk home

(holding hands)

sticky with berry juice

(your hair is still wet)