Lost Summer Love Poem by Barry Middleton
Lost Summer Love
in August I think of you
you and I together on the sleeping porch
we didn't do much sleeping
your kiss was as hot as the night
we could hear the breeze in the oaks
and the moon must have blushed
peeking through the screens
the steaming night would last forever
how I long to hold you again
our bodies clinging together in passion
for your movement was poetry
taking me ever sweetly in a final rhythm
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4/26/2024 10:41:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Whew! You were right...this is HOT summer love. LOVE IT! Its so hot the poet lost his rhyme and moved straight into free verse...peeking through the screens, the steaming night would last forever.....for your movement was poetry...taking me ever sweetly.... Sometimes its fun to just roll with it...the passion, the pain, the anger...this is pure raw emotion evoking the memory of passionate, all encompassing love...no regret, nothing broken...its all in the moment. Thanks for sharing this one too Barry! Your love poems have range!
You know I am working from memory. At least I haven't lost that. lol
One last comment though...your title...You put in the word Lost...there's that wistful downward stroke again. Oh well..... :) Maybe you'll find it again...maybe someone will.