Strawberry sun
hot on swaying hips
a shimmer of skin,
sultry beacon of temptation.
Days smear in sweat
and grass stains.
Twilight carries dusty toes
a few steps further.
Legs dangling, lonely
top of rusted tower,
Moon whispering
“come and kiss me”.
Languid laughter lilts
lining ancient constellations
Space(s) [is] filled
By our separation.
Cicadas croon,
Biding elusive slumber,
dawn’s yellow tendrils grasp eyelashes,
rays morph into rivers of light.
Time, the illusion of a tether;
A notion of perpetual motion
Adrift an absent-minded sea,
Hazy, evasive sleep
Our ropes will fray
in wisps and waves of heat.
C.e.M.
31082016