This is the time when the sky
burns, longing for the cooling
touch of ever greening trees,
and when the sweaty noonday sun pours
relentlessly into the streets, constrained
only by iced tea and oscillating fans.
This is the time when you and I
sing out love through the steady
rhythm of our blending voices
and when your body, next to mine,
is enough to temper the brightness,
to bring order to the sky.
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