It’s the time of year

When I like to sleep

With windows open

And clothes off

To feel the night heat

And cool breeze

That draws fresh sweat 

And delicate shivers 

It’s the time

When I close my eyes

Slip beneath the sheets

And think of you

Words: ©2021LCR

Image: CCO


  1. It sounds like a bittersweet time time. Longing is rarely the best of bed-mates. Sigh...


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