Dry hair. Humid air. Stillness canvases the night. Fan hums a serenade. Comforting, cooling, conquering the heat. Sleepy slumber, falling softly of to sleep. Dreams do come, this movie in the mind. Half asleep. Drifting softly. To yonder, I do wonder. Nightie night….
Tag: summernights
Timeless…
Crickets crackle their courting tune-
Humid air prickles my skin-
A gentle hand cups my waist.
Cheeks are blushing?
From the heat?
Jolting–Pulsing–Heart–
The soul does hum-
Their timeless-
Courting-
Tune.
