Swept by H.M StevensBaking summer day
The air, a thick swampy must
Hair strands spring and curl
We sink into that lighthearted feeling
Mason jars perspire on the outdoor table
The temperature clouds my vision
A heat index wraps
and wraps again
challenging our bodily extensions
That comforting dew of Venus, reminds
A moment tomorrow,
in forever
with you 06/20/2014 Posted on 06/20/2014 Copyright © 2024 H.M Stevens
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