The souls are
at dance, among
the grass and
my thoughts
are all of you.
Dew dripped and
morning new, Dawn
chases back the
dark, and blue
skies in pale
morning remind
me of your eyes.

And as our nights
draw to a close,
Summer extends
his days
as long hot
fingers digging into
the night, in an iron
grip until the
winter comes.

I see you
move, lithe with
grace and I
know within
I want you.
To kiss your lips
like summer plums
sweetly soft on
humid days, heavy
with heat and sunlight.

So I wait
for your
reply, a soft
echo of my own.
Light whispers
of maybe,
quiet clouds
in a windless
sky as our
summer days
draw to a
close, I wait
for your reply.

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