the days heat
and the langour
of loves sweet makings

has left me
                    undefined
       descriptively
blurred
                ..water
puddled upon
       a
         raked...  
            .....stage
falling
       slowly
            waterfall
                       graced

into
the orchestra pit

of lassitude's blissful embrace

.............
            ........
and in the wings
my little girl self
giggles at the whimsy

as the band plays
"summertime
..... and the livin is."

sublime...

                  
                .....to the prime...