Ahhh summer,
when the nights are hot
and love is even hotter.
There are memories
of a summer like that
down in the Florida Keys,
a whole block of time I call
the loving days,
racing our jet skis with the wind
to the outer islands for shells,
then docking at a tiki bar
for buffalo wings and
icy Coronas with lime.
But it was the nights...
I miss the nights the most,
when the perspiration was there
before the passion even began,
and the only thing that cooled after
was a dip in the emerald Gulf
and maybe a frozen marguerita, or two,
and overhead in the night sky,
heaven’s own stars shimmied
like diamonds strip-dancing
on the surface of the water.
Hot summer nights
in the loving days,
when the nights were hot
but love was even hotter.
C.J... from a gal currently living in Buffalo, it's hard to imagine anything being hot... but this poem sure does bring the temps right up... Loved it! -Eila
Yeowza, CJ! My favorite verse: 'and overhead in the night sky, heaven’s own stars shimmied like diamonds strip-dancing on the surface of the water.' This poem, quite frankly, rocks. You go, Girl!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I'm not sure which part I like better, the hot loving part or the hot tropical setting. I think the latter, for it's guarranteed to keep you warm for a lot longer. Beautiful write. -chuck