Is it the heat felt in sun baked
Corners or the heat fueled by passion?
Is it the slow steady beat of desire?
Sentiment, a fervor that motivates but
Immobilizes, or is it the slow heavy
Air that oppresses movement under
The weight of nature's outdoorsy circumstances?
I have always associated hot days
With the high temperatures that link
Sensuality with the liquid, languid,
Hot of summer, stilled by heated air,
Yet impassioned to undertake trysts
Encouraged by a slow steady beat of desire
Not stifled under a blanket of humidity
To lie beneath an undulating fan
In the darkness and the sweat of fantasy
Category Archives: Summer Sun
A blinding sun and rippling waters
Are an inspired sight, soothing a
Tired heart calming the weakened
Nerves. It distracts the mind from
Everyday worry. The ordinary will
Be made into a feat or a fete. We
Will celebrate the running river and
Toast the brilliant sun. Allow it to
Allow us the joy of a summer day
As it turns towards autumn. Our
Thoughts are not autumnal, you
Know. They can not be now under
This bright sunlight with eddies
Capping white and clean, all in
Motion, moving forward steadily.
There's a sea out there somewhere
It will meet. River and ocean kissed
By the dazzling sun become one.
Tamara, really 