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 tears across darkening skies

jagged scarring over the soft clouds.

The breeze before the oncoming storm

moves slowly over our fevered flesh.

Flesh reflects the lightning sundered clouds.

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.