sitting outside

on the occasion of the storm,

as wild as the nights are,

the days are hot and

filled with cold drinks

with wet t-shirts,

the slightest breeze a relief but

only your kisses

revitalize the energy

and the shade offers little more than a few

seconds of your time ,

endless chores to be done

and some meat on the fire

yet I wouldn’t trade

this for anything

even when everything hurts

and sleep won’t be easy

you are

Devine time

in an hourglass peach