He Smelled like Summer

He smelled like sweat,
the way that boys smell
after long bike rides through unmowed lawns
with pollen and dirt and muddy shoes
tracking steps along my wooden floor.

I liked the way he smelled,
my nose pressed up behind his ear,
as my body fit the familiar grooves
and his strong heartbeat pumped up against my wrist.
I laid my fingers on his stomach,
and felt the muscles tense.
Oh, did I like the way he felt.

He smelled like summer.
His body radiating heat,
the back of his neck black,
his forearm dark against the softness of my thighs.

In my little room, in the middle of nowhere,
he left his summer scent on my pillow
and I await his return again.