The end of summer

https://agapintheclouds.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/the-end-of-summer.mp3

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The coffee sits cold and forgotten

a liquid shadow in the silence of night

where movement becomes ethereal and silken

with a touch of the butterfly

as she kisses the gravestones of summer goodbye

and so we look for the warm remembrances

of times spent allowing our skin

to feel the heat of life’s caresses

as we wash the coffee cups

thinking and dreaming

of how warm autumn nights

will turn into the heat

of passion-fuelled winter evenings

where the beat of the butterfly’s kisses

echo ‘neath the stars

echo in the dark

echo to the beat of skin kissing skin

kissing skin

kissing skin

kissing skin …