Romancing the Sun

this year

we fell in love

with the summer, 

with torrid early blazing June,

an urgent lover with whom

we swam, we ate, we drank

we fucked, we slept,

unsated and carefree

under the brilliant sun

through the bronzed nakedness 

of July, we submitted 

to the beguiling svengali, 

that mesmeric muse

of hypnotic warmth

that daily stroked our 

expectant skin,

but our ardour cooled

in August we tired, we cast

our heart and minds elsewhere

put on thin clothes

and went our separate ways

our summer of love over

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© Graham R Sherwood 08/22