Summer breezes blowing in my windows.
My summer gauzy dress ruffles on the edge.
My hair lifts off my neck, and slides across it,
Like a soft caress of a lover’s hand
turning my head to meet his lips.
It’s warm, warm enough for the heat to raise tiny beads of sweat across my brow.
on my upper lip
Across my breast.
Thinking of the last time I had tiny beads of sweat raised.
In the heat of an afternoon that was fairly cool.
Sweet time, sweet sweet moments
Passing between us.