Only In August
young moment spills
of fragrant wisp
imbuing new romps
that oh I taste
freedom again...
pulsed, enticed
by August's play--
a cycle in pure heat
lusting after joy, passion
in kiln of night's rapture
POTD award
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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