SUMMER SUN

Cicadas piercing electric hiss

their vibrations and molten skins

summer's symbolic wit 

not without its heat or lick

traffic signs and reminders' heat

sweat and sweet watermelon days

poolside conflagrations cool head and feet

lips and teeth twinkling and gay

since July is less cruel than August's suns

enjoy the fireworks and vacation months

family reunions burning ears and looser tongues

we all glisten in the heat of such fun

and so it must be true

we are the children of the golden star

we shine as bright even in the dark

we glisten and reflect each sheen and spark

energy in flesh alight without a word

love being made and not told of its worth

breath and meaning treasured names

unspoken but molten gold falling like rain

we glisten 

in the light and your eyes, reflections

heaven's infinite worth

with each and every beginning / birth

there was not a word but all the words

made with you

a universe...

and on our skin, reflections

we are shining 

burning up like the sun

glistening

because the day has won...