Too Soon August by Shirlena

Quaz | August 2nd, 2021 | poetry | No Comments


With melancholy, tingling spine I meet with you
a bit of drama and hesitation of Summer’s
subduing, giving into colder fingers hugging on cobalt nights as I still cling to liberated sun, lustful ambers causing evening swoons
come full life with each morning, coveting more of yesterdays, counting down the minutes, how to ration you before chagrined escape
until then my dream continues that your reign
has just started, delay the grave eventuality
of broken heartedness.

Poet Bio

Artist all her life which includes writing creatively for the most part. Won several awards on a variety of poetry sites for poems and short stories. She writes and creates art like she breathes.

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