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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