Spread on the table,
Iftar – wine and sweet music
Dance on your tongue, tip.
~
The heat, a fever,
Making summer lonely, we,
Broken and blessed.
Image Painting Burnt Orange Sunset by Jim Lively
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Sultry Soliloquy 
Love, a Sun at dusk,
One Eye sinking, a whisper
— gazing dawn’s white trail.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night. Gibran Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam
Turning and turning…
Language, a fever
Narrating skyward, deep moans
Veiling our sunrise.
Love Spirals
Heaven moans, our feast
Letters of passion, wet crumbs,
Rousing Earth, to heat.