If You Were to Stay...

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

Janet Martin~

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!