sweet, sticky, hissing warmth
looking for excitement and escape out of my bedroom window
recalling the slow sound of a saxophone down the street
the summer made sweat cling to my clinging nightgown,
mornings were spend waiting for epiphanies about the cool water strokes,
the explosion of fireworks, evening ice tea and sweet girl rhymes of silly loves filled most nights
I, finding a bit of honeysuckle on the summer-worn path, tasted sunshine and wanted to share…
Guilty only of slathering myself with summer, filling the lackadaisical time with whispers,
Prayers
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