Rambling, where to begin   I taste the summer on your peppery skin   been saved, the warm of the waves   I felt us slip into a watery grave   my girl, linen and curls,   lips parting like a flag all unfurled   she's grand, the bend of her hand   digging deep into the sweep of the sand   and summer arrives with a length of lights   and summer blows away   and quietly gets swallowed by a wave   waylaid, the din of the day,   folks bobbing in the blue of the bay   in deep, far beneath   all the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep   my girl, linen and curls   lips parting like a flag all unfurled   she's grand, the bend of her hand   digging deep into the sweep of the sand   and summer arrives with a length of lights   and summer blows away   and quietly gets swallowed by a wave