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

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

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

Nectar,
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

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