Summer solstice

by Janet Butler

I dream a dream of summer
hot nights under deep skies
black skies, endless, starry streets
we walk together.

Hot nights, dark rooms, a gleam, perhaps,
of moonlight, a tongue of silver that tastes us
white flesh wet with love.

We lie, fingers touching,
sheets crumpled in mounds and valleys
shadow and light holding joy
in wells of darkness.

The warm Italian night murmurs.
Footsteps echo from cobbled streets.

A wind lifts and drifts
through open shutters as we sleep.

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