Summer

The humid taste

Of the summer weather

Lingers surreptitiously

in the air;

Scalding my senses

In a desire so relentless

And insatiable.

My skin has grown coarse

Without your touch;

My vision obscure

And my tongue grazes

The palate in solitude.

I hear oblivion

Pounding wildly…

I i-n-h-a-l-e and

E-x-h-a-l-e the sullen

Wafting sentiments of

What you and I

Did last summer…

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