Romancing Summer
I guess it's time for a summer fling,
when the pinch of cinnamon lingers
on my parched mouth, tasting
the sizzle of a flamed grassland---
and to lay on the cozy meadow-bed
where the stretch of my limbs
slithers along humid clay, moist,
inviting a romance with wildflowers--
lines of my figure bare beneath
the dazzling copper stars, reflecting
a mirrored shadow of lover's play.
Contest: Summer for Nayda Ivette Negron
May 13, 2016
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment