I contemplate virtually un cloudy
yet streaking lightning cloud to
cloud burning an August moon
forever into being a month of
luster to manifest refractions
of our own identities
Salt in our hair, kisses on fire,
exploring each other embraced
lurid be our hot breaths of
August
September's cooling dusk wills
fall for lovers concentrating
scattered energy paying less
attention to anything that
keeps from doing what one
must for eternal happiness
after a burning August of
flaming sexuality evolved into
love when we will become truly
as one
(c) August becomes September
13August2012
Vivian L Dawson
WOW!!!! Hot and passionate on this one. Shame the summer must end. Have a good day and God Bless. George
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on August 31, 2012
This reminds me strongly of an old Swedish proverb "A life without love is like a year without summer." You have put into words what we all know instinctively; that the summer of love happens every year.
Salt in our hair, kisses on fire...oh yes, reminds me of a best vacation ever as a newlywed. Passion is everywhere, anytime, in us all. Very warm, even in September. Nice. Be well, Kathy
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on August 15, 2012
Passion in August and love in September where two become one.
Enjoyed this,Vivian!
a passionate wish for a milder time, Vivian;
i no longer experience the desire for climatic change
living as i do where it's hot and humid all year round
but i rejoice in your vision and in your fine expression
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Enjoyed this,Vivian!
Deborah
i no longer experience the desire for climatic change
living as i do where it's hot and humid all year round
but i rejoice in your vision and in your fine expression
john
I like that. Great offering of emotion Vivian.
dan
budd
Ah ! to the August luster of the moon to the
September muse of love's splendor in romance.
Lady Mary Ann
You related perfectly the passion spent in these hot August days, eclipsed only by lover's embraces, Vivian.