Vincent Seeger: Sonnet for a Summer’s Love

Skin so smooth beneath questing fingers,

the lush grass of summer, our love nest.

There is a slow rumble to the north,

resisting our hurried breathing… yet,

somehow it all seems to be in tune.

Lightning sets the horizon ablaze

reflecting the fire within our hearts.

The breeze before the oncoming storm

moves slowly over our fevered flesh.

It is a sweet torture as nails rake a path.

Then the rain cools our fervent passions,

our wits return slowly, our limbs shake.

I don’t let you see but I hold your face,

this moment, this love, now and forever.