August

Poetry breathes...

like the sound of thunder

trembling outside my bedroom window

as dawn paints golden dark in the room

filling my pores with late summer hues

warming my blood, rousing my heart

Sleepy eyes opening

Arms, legs, back stretching like a cat

Morning smells...coffee, rain

and his body curled next to mine

August has arrived with a storm;

tumultuous, yet soothing,

the way great poetry invigorates,

breathing existence into your bones,

like lovers in full bloom, heartbeats,

and the perpetual contradiction of life itself.

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