Summer of Love

What a wonderful Summer it is. I wash spit and drink love. From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same. Perfect! If there is ever an adjective for the sunny days and moonlights. I could find beauty in anything and everything. The nights; left hope for a morning of reunion. The afternoons for rendezvous and evenings for long walks in gardens. Tell me what else is held back from love? Aiyeko-ooto observes a summer of lovers. 50 poems in 5 movements greens are luxuriant when you are happy. The colors of flowers radiant and shimmering. Even though a few spots of rain interrupt our rituals. We justify it; with a need to cool the heat. OK; so maybe it's not perfect. Soft as sandy shores are don't you get few grains; blown into your eyes? Since when has that stopped anyone; going to the beach? If Summer comes again I'll be there!