Summer Love

 

Sticky, sweet summer heat,

melts the makeup off of the faces,

of the "pretty girls".

Happiness comes in all forms,

like the sun at half-staff

and the sweat beads 

on your furled forehead,

as you look at me as if to say,

"I love you but you're crazy".

We glisten together,

in the seasons humidity,

and I realize I've come as close to heaven,

as I'll ever get here on earth...

in your arms.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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