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Madison Sep 2018
If you don't mind it, love

I believe I must ask:

Why is it that

Even when Summer begins to die

This heat never seems to fade away, too?

Solstice is bleeding out in the streets every night

Those fallen leaves, shielding her body

And yet, here in September

I'm still drunk on that brand-new sunshine

That makes me want to lie down with you.

I wish you and I could find a cold place

A secret pathway into Autumn's sweetly perfumed arms

But, love, if that's not happening

Perhaps we should go where the sun shines brightest

And revel in a halo of blistering light.

Perhaps we could peel away

All the formality

Just to keep cool

Every layer of reserve

Long gone by the end of the day.

Of course

You'll see every imperfection

And I'll know it

But I won't mind

As long as each one gets attention from your fingertips.

I'll find Spring in your skin

And you'll taste Winter on my lips

And Summer and her fatal fever

Will be no match for us.

In fact, we'll barely feel her harsh kiss

Streaming through the window

Into our little room

Where everything feels just right.

So, if you don't mind it, love

I believe that you should follow me into this retreat

Where we can embrace this heatwave.
Why is it so hot on Labor Day?
Samuel Canerday Aug 2018
Gilded in glittering gold, our cold city
Sitting mournfully by the anchoring roots
Of the farthest reaches of the world
For once there was light, long ago
And a seed was placed here to grow
The city towering over the glory of life

Life came to outgrow it, in time
And the glories of the sun felt fainter
As it followed the ascent of the world
Now cast from past valor, our city
Will glower from its forgotten pit
In the once gleaming heart of creation
Morgan Mercury Nov 2013
Unfortunately, the sun does set at night
and I am no longer able to see your face in the sunlight.
As I reach out my hands to find your cheeks
silk honey skin greets me.
You open your eyes and I see them perfectly.
They're blue like water that has frozen over
I see myself drifting away in the seas chillingly.

Sweetheart, don't leave the bed tonight.
Lose yourself in the sheets
and drown in all the oversized blankets.
It's too cold outside to be alone this time.

It's 10 pm and I want to stay here forever
I will not grow tired of you
It is not possible, you see I smile all the time when you're near.
Let's grow old to the grey,
Never let this get boring.
But for now, sleep with me here until the morning
2013
Maya Aug 2018
We walked by
the wheat fields
golden flowers
citrus mornings
my hand in yours went:
I belong here.


You mumbled
something shy
sunrise yellow
warm and honeyed
and it went:
I love you.
Ronald J Chapman Aug 2018
Roman goddess; smiling
Dressed in a golden gown,
Dancing among the clouds,
In a dawning August sky,

Listening to my prayers,
While I wait,
For the summer,
Sun to rise,

As the stars hide behind a curtain of blue,
Your morning smile travels with me,
Filling my Soul with hope and beauty,
Throughout the day...

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Golden Gown poem (text to speech)
https://youtu.be/GxtciyQrEEo
May Jul 2018
In the bleeding twilight
that dripped down like nectar
and fell like summer dews
and honey dusted petals,
before the emerald washed meadows
under the moonlit ecstacy
could caress my lungs,
murmuring sweet nothings
with warm breath caressing
rose blushed cheeks,
orange pink gazes
igniting rosy flames of love,
dearest, your warmth
that smelled of fresh lisianthus
in the baby shades of the
first sun lights of the early dawn
just disappeared as the autumn breeze
stealing my heart away with it
in the bleeding twilight
that blew past,
soaking the warmness along…
Amanda Jul 2018
Sunlight streams in
through the cracks
in our antique door,
spilling the day's glow
amongst the hardwoods,
glazing it in caramel,
with specks of the past
twirling and dancing
in the broad rush of light.

I compare myself
to the imperfections
highlighted in the wood,
the grains that have suffered,
the ones that bore too much weight,
they now illuminate the scars
that couldn't be buffed out completely.

Thankfully for our souls,
just because we are damaged,
it does not mean we are useless.
I find a great comfort in knowing
our inner light is much more forgiving,
and that none of us are alone.
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