We danced to the river’s song every summer’s moonlight drawn together by impassioned currents stir Lovers swimming in dulcet waters cleansing flow washing the sweltering day’s memories away to paint on the moment, beneath a sky full of stars
Cinnamon summer hues glistening colour moonbeams ricochet off goose-bumped flesh Trembling warmth rippling through shivering passion arousing all our secret places, pulsing wildly, with a feral potion racing through our veins Tasting summer love’s awakening appetite blissfully sharing what was ours forevermore to keep
Twilight colored your eyes with the songs we never knew Crickets chirrup to a cadence only raging hearts beat to sating a restless ache, sweet nights of summer bliss Quenching a budding common thirst, whispering in blissful harmony only revealed in the cattails' purr along river's edge, swaying with a rhythmic summer breeze
We went down to the river every summer night, making love with stardust in our eyes; set free like shooting stars, setting fire to the heat of the night
*wild is the wind
an ode to untold secret places and silent reveries written out loud, and, dreaming of hopeful sweet days of the impending summer bloom