Touch of Summer

The touch of summer's fingers through unruly hair,
bare legs,
bare feet,
our souls laid bare beneath the blazing sun.

The heat is coming,
To wrap us in a stifling embrace,
To make us perspire and pant and beg for the cool reprieve
of an evening breeze.

We will grow accustomed to her warmth, her breath, her lips
leaving their red marks
all over our sun baked bodies,
until she turns us over, tired from sweaty, sleepless nights, to the arms of
another lover.