New Sky Moon Fire

Summer. Beauty. Infatuation.

Call me Summer,
call me lovely
whispers under
your sheet covers,
Whoever you are - You're burning
intoxicated
and lost above
those Fall colors,
outside the background
with your bright on blue,
Our bare foreheads
dripping
soaked in sweat,
Lady,
never warn me again
what's up ahead,

because
in my veins
you're ablaze
all day,

all day
til the night ash
wash me away,

day till
specs of white
reflect
in your eyes,

away till you
rise
this time
to stay,

And when
that moon
shine bright
like day,

we smile
in the night
as the
sun fire
fades