Summer Solstice
Contours and twists
You will possess
onto your flesh until
the end of times
My body smooth like
a young woman’s legs
light brown my colour
like her pubic hair
not yet devoured by
the hungry eyes of the sun
breeze softly swirling
around my skin made puffy
like the invisible cloud of
a sunny summer day when
the clock calls the solstice
and branches delight
in surprised mode of bodies
aching in elasticity
