Brenda
2013-07-28 15:11:21 UTC
to the heat of an August night
and memories that are you.
I heard our voices soft in the whispering trees,
felt first love's fragile promise
on the timid summer breeze.
The moon had spread its light where we once lay
I touched the ground -- still warm
with the heat of day.
I felt once more the soft warmth of your skin,
watched the midnight shining of your eyes--
portals to oblivion.
The night, soft and heavy with honeysuckle scent,
pressed against my skin
in sweet ravishment.
I wondered if you had ever come back to this place
and felt my touch in the velvet heat
of a summer night's embrace.
I pushed aside the shadows encroaching on the night,
reached for August memories
and tried to hold moonlight.