ode to summer

she could sense the heat wave on your parted lips and what was supposed to be a playful kiss burned stubbornly, melting flesh and summer dreams, leaving behind the corpse of a hopeless Spring under the dazzling sun, on the steamy asphalt cool sweat traces on the tanned bodies of a couple intertwine with their irregular breath as they become one, their scent covered by sunflowers she is looking in his eyes but can only see the brief reflection of the summer sky which kindly warns with golden whispers about the very end of what seemed a long expected start dearly holding her in his arms, he presses lips of regret on the forehead of a too early sunshine grass turns yellow and fades as the lives of others that’s all a late night’s failure to defeat the sunrays whoever said that summer is brimming with life has clearly ignored the yellow cemetery that lays at the feet of the glorious man, the one who on a sunny day tricked Spring, the one whose kiss swayed you off your feet and engulfed everything in a ring of fire his name, summer, may have a pleasant ring to it but his touch burns and his breath suffocates.