Ernesto P. Santiago Poet I do not know?

My Summer Solstice (Fiboquatro)

Gee  
How
I love
The night, when
It’s still, for there is  
Great love that blooms, across the room 
Gleaming and sparkling ere my very eyes, teasing me

I listen not to the old radio, flashing the evening news
Instead, I watch the silhouette dances in stillness of the night
That cares of the days slip onto oblivion, ‘cos I’m, with muse
Sandwiched between the silky sheet and a mattress of delight

Sheltering us, from occasional yet gentle breeze
Skin to skin that I feel like a 
Hummingbird, when my 
Own summer 
Solstice
Is 
Here



NB.:  hello to y’all, friends/soupers
         hope you enjoy my own soup “Fiboquatro”

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