The summer day we lay and kissed br in the shade of the house br was the day br br you came into my room br and lay beside me. br You tasted of salt from the sea. br br There is a photograph br of that day, taken on the beach. br You are laughing br br at something out of frame, br I am smiling into the camera. br The photo reminds me of the details, br br but I have no need for details, br I have the taste of salt in my mouth.br br Hanque O . . .