A Dream of SummerMy love and I have learned to navigate these sultry days
With grace. We sweat without embarrassment. We glide
Among the forest's paths as nighthawks do above a river,
As do storied dancers from the '30s on a movie screen.
We drop down to the forest's floor to feed each other
Cheese and berries, toasting our good fortune, our delight
In having found the time to be together, with sweet wine,
And we make love when we are finished. Wet without
Embarrassment, we slowly make our way back home,
Smiling in anticipation of more sultry days.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-11-26 at 23:09
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