The Field of Summer
The bright
Summer sky
Of Myconos
With little cold
Wind
From nearby
Bluish green sea
Breezes
Wrinkled cheeks
As she sit
Down
On a field
Of olive groves
And
Paintbrushes
The flamboyant
Peacock
Gracefully
Waltzing
Toward her
His manly steps
Crunching
Over the surface
Of dried tares
Golden
While
Clear clouds
Slowly sway
Giving way
To her
Pink scented lips
To be kissed
By sunlight
Busy
Caressing
The watermelon
Juicy
As she waits
For the love
Of her
Man
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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