I would wrap my arms softly around you
Spread my body o’er your fragrant dust
To cover you with sanguine summer-lust
And drink your sparkling wine of morning dew
I would slow-dance in the smoothness of your dark
Linger in your sultry, sullen arms
Victim of your mad and moody charms
Hypnotized by one faint glimm’ring spark
I would wander through your royal palace
Decked with roses; guarded by golden-rod
Built by none other than Holy God
I’d sip your tears from heaven’s purest chalice
Seduce me with your languid pantomime
I would not resist you if you tried
Lay me down where purple blooms reside
And lavish me with melodies sublime
Is there any ear to hear my pleas?
Will you dry the tear upon my cheek?
You kiss my lips, stealing the words I speak
And carry them away on Augusts’ breeze
I was lying on the deck soaking up the intense heat that comes
just before a billowy cloud-bank covers the sun and it hit me...
I don't want August to leave yet!