Poem No. 40

mollycatlos
4 days ago
1 min read

The sweet sex of summer

how she sweats.

Her earthy musk

envelops the dark places.

She moves slowly

like a porch rocking chair

under a flickering yellow light.

The mosquitoes bite her

savory spots.

Her dewdrops drip

slowly and lushly. As she flowers,

the bees hum her praises

and awakens her partner.

It's his turn to blush.

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