Christi

17

Summer Love

Summer is the season for loving
When touching, though not needed
Is an unapologetic act
The flesh reacts to more than just
Hot, sunny days:
The tingling of a kiss
Underneath passion's rays
That burn the soul more
Than hallucinogenic, humid haze
And the fountain of youth
In truth, feels ever flowing
Even the glowing of the twilight
Is bright...
But in hindsight,
Summer has a way of confusing
What seasonally excites
With a love that lasts year round:
A love that's truly right