Bordeaux Kiss
Summer heat
the sea and the sand
something
sweet to eat
while watching the world
and dreaming
of those lips
a Bordeaux watermelon
laced kiss
with strawberry
and cream hues of winter
about those hips
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Bordeaux Kiss
Summer heat
the sea and the sand
something
sweet to eat
while watching the world
and dreaming
of those lips
a Bordeaux watermelon
laced kiss
with strawberry
and cream hues of winter
about those hips
A faint whisper
from a long summer.
A dark blanket
from a cold winter.
By the sea,
By the hills,
By both, we
feel cool
against
the skin.
The full sunlight on a late Summer’s day warms the house.
There is a feeling of change, for the sun is setting earlier, and a cool breeze touches the lounge.
Chloe feels the breeze move along her naked skin as she relaxes on a Saturday afternoon with a coffee and a book.
Oppressively hot,
humidity in the south,
fan, cooling, and chill.
Burning summer sun,
birds shit over the house, grass.
The flies laugh at me.
Another year bye.
The heat of the new year burns
into our bodies.
A becoming something new
as we look to the new year.
The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
sweet acidic grapefruit juice splashes
squeaky thongs on the kitchen floor
summertime lovin’ in the suburbs
clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns