Inamorato

Crystal clear. A delicious poison that cools
and calms the blood. It warms skin and seeps
deep within, into veins. A smile when the sun
is hot, and rays of gold, red, and yellow
drifts and flows over bodies and the
breeze blows the heat in a slow current, just
enought to push the sweat from the hairline down
necks and down spines. Closed eyes. Slender fingers
push out reaching and grasping, feeling naught but air.
Then hands upon shoulders, a light and welcome
weight, burning a memory into thoughts forever.
The smells of these dog days and the chlorine
water of the pool. Too hot to move,
too hot to stay. A fever, sweltering and spreading ferocity and adoration.
Passion flows in colors. From the trees in greens, with the
winds in pinks and yellows. Over flowers in
desert hues, twists and turns red dust tornados.
These memories of summer, fingers entwinded,
embraces and butterfly kisses. Holding arms out
of car windows pretending to fly. Fold origami
cranes and put them out on the lake. The warmth
so potent, taste the spices from a family picnic
wafting throughout the air.
Cicadas drum out a high pitched drove over head.
Dancing in the monsson rains, laughing, drenched
holding hands and swinging around
lying on grass, faces towards the rain, taking in nature's
rock concert. A summer romance.