Sealed With A Kiss

My season looks like this: it's hot and the wind is lazy.  There's nothing in the sky but blue and a small old airplane and then nothing again.

The evenings are slow and hesitate to give in to the night.  And the night allows the heat of the sun to dwell in the streets.

There's no clothes needed in this season.

The girls tease the limits of vestmental decency.  Boys crave for a glance of the goddesses walking by.

My season is tragical because very soon it's over again.

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56-60, M
Feb 8, 2010