grassy smell of warm wet streets rises
after afternoon’s cooling summer rain
twilight reclining opens her sky
spilling red and amber honey
across the hazy blue and purple sheets
droplet laden high grass trembles
as through the field
the breeze whispers vespers
over me sway cascades of flaxen hair
warm breath falling on my face
the single drop of sweat
catches the last light of dusk splashing
the song of night’s coming
as she leans back open-mouthed
letting free a long low moan
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