the midsummer night breathes the
lilac breeze across
our backs
our fronts
too electrically entwined
to notice

made slowly by amber lamplight
as the earth folds itself
into sleep
dreams and secrets
tumbled in the bed
like hungry promises

and then darker still
thrusting into the sticky sweet
words whispered hot
under the watchful
moon, our original

honey and the sun king’s
parade, lust in the marigolds
The earth drinks us down
sowing itself deep within our bones

Our soft cries
sing the swallows to sleep

The Blog Days of Summer

Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.