
The screen door’s slam did echo in my ear
And sticky was the air which lungs did long.
Your figure silent as a lonely deer,
Upon dusk, my heart bear a gentle song.
My toes did divide in worn away sandals
And eager did the crickets cheer me then.
Mid-July’s swelter, endured all too ample,
Embraced we’d be, just a matter of when.
Off we went, only owl’s eyes could spot us
There drawing close beneath full grown leaves.
Your hand now in mine, life lines of old rust,
Stubborn roots of yellow dandelion weeds.
O hot summer night how you melt me slow,
Keep on the pace only lovers can go.



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