The First and Last Season

Each Summer day brings a
Blue sky
Kiss,
White cloud spit
Lulling in the corner of it’s
Lips,
Hot wind breath blowing
Along our
Hips,
Sticky condensation
Dripping from
Armpits,
Till finally we wipe sweat from eyes
With burning
Finger tips,
Saying wait till tonight
It’ll be
Bliss.

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