Seasons Gone By.

The vortex of season send out winds
of small coaxing caresses like a lovers lips
against my skin.

The seasons send out a summers sun
running across my body with a feverish need.
Sighing in content as the cold fire
crystallizes underneath my skin.

My fingers glide like fallen leaves
against a steal wall
Blushing anew with spring time liveliness.
As a lovers sigh awakens a rain storm,
swirling around two souls who were
destined to drown in the remnants of
A summers sun.