By Jackie Polo
August sweeps her blonde locks of hair
from her sweet, emerald eyes
Velveteen lips long to whisper into stale air,
like secrets of quiver & sigh
Her breath like fire, a scorching breeze
travels the heightened skies
Taming desire, like billowing seas
trailing her inner thighs.
Be mine again, my sweet,
my love, or may I be swift to die
For I can bear absence nor deceit
without your summer rain lullaby.