Sunlight melts like butter, behind
the seamless oblivion of blueness,
beyond the scorched orange and steamy greys of
daytime, beneath my feet, between my toes.
Cooler times ahead, consume dawn
where dream-drops alleviate
stress, pinching at shoulders, gnawing at temples, till
nighttimes miracle mauves
& ballsy blues arrive.
Sipping Merlot on my patio chair
above the street-cats calling,
while tomorrow approaches, filching today
and midnight smothers me in freedom.
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