Photograph & Poetry © 2001 Mark Robert Gates
A delightful, sunshine flavored, wet and heavy smooch,
And, the everlasting nights, of summer’s, love rhyme,
Worn on the breastplate, of our hearts, a broach,
A legal holiday, celebrated, free of crime.
We delight, in each other’s presence,
Summer and I, embraced in everlasting arms,
Jasmine, immerses the air, with solstice essence,
Uniting us, in the throws, of our magic carpet,
Open sesame, orders our rapture to make sense.
Forever, connected, to today’s fragrance,
Steeping, in tea sweet joy eternal,
We, step to the beat, romancing us in our dance,
Retreat, from the passing time, impossible,
We, pass every equinox, in hypnotic trance.
Liquid crystals, of sweet summer wine,
Permeate, the seasons, with salty grains,
Binding us, to intoxication, involving no twine,
We unite in pleasure, full of delicious flavor,
In everlasting commitment, to esteem each other fine.
We take the taste of life, holding us fast,
Redeem the coupons, for lightning bugs aglow,
Slip into dreamy trances, without a past,
Banish the landscape, from harboring snow,
And celebrate togetherness, is ours, without fishing lines to cast.
Our mating with the summer sun, and is summer in us, at its peak.