The Feel of Summer

the sun's golden rays
upon my face,
irrational and innocent
like that summer night's,
first kiss.

that humid air,
the slippery breeze,
which sits beneath the trees
and inside me.

tumultuous clouds,
asunder in an afternoon storm,
weak with excited exhaustion,
from one more swing
in noon day shadows. 

and those nights!
illuminated by a twinkling tapestry
that spreads on towards infinity.

where vulnerable skin,
meets cool inky darkness
and promises are made
that layer themselves so thickly
in the recesses of your mind,
that you'll loose yourself
and the rest of your life,
trying to peel them off
with the rational application,
of obligation.

it's no good. 

even love's most most passionate embrace,
cannot replace,
the feel
of summer.