A Poem A Day, Poem #48

i remember laughing in the water with you,
our clothes sticking to our body, wet and warm
with laughter, your hair stuck to your face, and
a memory streams across my mind's window
like a dream of your fingers, clasping my hand
as you lean in for a kiss,
--and it is true that kisses are always softest after
the rain

and i can taste salt now, flavors that trace the
shape of the heart,
--and the heart is a hardest thing to recreate,

but i chase that vision, still, quietly, and when
no one else is listening, i reach with hands washed
by whispers to wish the wisps away from your lips,
--and, yes, kisses and rain are a truest thing