Chillin'

C ontentment on hot summer days is to lay me down gently upon the glossy, cool, red ceramics tiles, that refresh and tantalize bare skin H alf naked, brown and melting, like chocolate on your tongue I ndifferent to peering eyes of strangers wandering about L eaving inquisitives to brainstorm about “Are they, or not”; secret laughs shared we live only in our daydreams of love’s passionate connection L oving summer nights rendezvous beneath sister moon and her entourage of millions of twinklin stars I gniting latent fires that still smolder amidst the ash, barely breathing anticipating N ights of in ocean side palaces of sky and sand; enjoying soft warm breezes that cool passion's thirst, as the sound of a lonely sax wafts through the palms, has us drifting off to the soothing lullaby of rolling, crashing waves.