Freshly squeezed lemon skin
A summer beach body
A pound of skin well done off the sun's grille
A side order of fashion and flair for a drink
The campfire is missing so we look to the moon
We flip that pound of skin over to let the
Moonlight sizzle sentimental seasonings into
Memories that stir like quiet hurricanes
In the still moments of winter
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