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
