24 July 2012
But this is the edge of possibility!
This summer evening, warm and fey.
The toasted- almond smell pervades
The streets which once were wet and grey.
Feel the danger in the air?
A shared potential pollen-borne
Midsummer challenges us to live...
Moon bathe naked on the lawn!
Let the Summer fire your blood,
The petal-fall brush molten skins...
Raise the party to stars
Until the throbbing nighttime thins.
SummerEyes - I call you all
Who wear the woven, roguish sun,
To ditch your ills and creeping chills
There's mischief begging to be done!
SummerEyes • Opuss № I