summer shone brightly upon shoulders of broken gold
lost letters of amourous content freckled across your back
weighted by the frequency of closed arms around arctic stone
devouring the heat captured within bronzed skin
where they remain until the moon escapes the sky
abandoning the quiet night for the waking of the sun
merciless in it's radiant rise to power over the sunken stars
it is here that you must desert the frigid stone
with eyes like fresh pools of salted seas
and feet like burning coals