Summer

In summer we hug the shadows
The heat monster calls and we cannot escape.
The air becomes slick and licking as the burning
Begins. Slowly grows by deep degrees leaving
Bodies weeping to bring sweet relief with a glistening
Wetness that drips and soothes and oozes.

Take up the ice in slices to aid you twice...
Let it chill your everything but not your smiles
Or your nights with no respites.
Reach for the cool waters and cottons and
As you dream of fires and hot vices in winter
Spring me to summer I beg you...

I want to hug my shadows thrice.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 04:26

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NicholasG
Many amens to this Linda. Lovely writing and such a pleasant thought. The gift of summer. How uplifting.
Nick
2010-02-09