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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1246653
A sestina of summer love
I lay in the prickly grass at night
because the stars were lovely in summer
and the sun had long since gone
taking with it the heat, heavy,
as humid air often is.  I gasped
in surprise when he laid down.

His hand trickled slowly down
my leg, as he whispered into the night
how he loved to hear me gasp
but I knew he was like summer.
His words pressed on me heavily
yet I resisted.  I knew. Soon he’d be gone.

Then, my thoughts were gone
as his lips tickled mine, pushing me down
into the sun-baked grass.  Words heavy
on my lips vanished into the night
when I tasted seductive summer.
I embraced the last gasp

of us, knowing that the dying gasp
left me alone and him gone.
He would leave with summer
and we would never lie down
together again.  His smell penetrated the night
and once more, I felt heavy

with him.  His body lay heavy
on mine while the wind gasped
in disdain.  He filled the night
and the disapproving breeze was gone.
I watched the stars while he looked down
at my face, and whispered his love for summer.

I wished I loved his summer
and his sticky, humid, heavy
heat, but when he looked down
I told him I hated it.  His painful gasp
ripped me, but it was too late.  It was gone.
He lay next to me, but I was alone in the night.

Our breath clouded the night, words unsaid lingering heavily
He loved his summer, and hated that last pathetic gasp
I watched him leave, ‘til he was gone, and then I lay back down.
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