may 8

the frist humid day
a steamy breath of summer
after a warm and restless night.
haze with its slicky arms
pulls down a sweet sun shower
to comfort it with warm kisses.
wash away the drifts of petals
in misplaced dirty streams
over my toes as i
try to relax, try to slow down,
and listen to the sweet voice
of an old lover.
now under a clear night sky
i bare my chest to her
cooling, mellow whispers.

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