Sweaty Seasons

Embellishment of labor, I am

flaunted to the peers,

at opportunity's every call,

ever so royally

A symbol of sun's ravishing, I am

which starts with a kiss, and then gets fierce,

so that she pants, while she fans

with her garment's fall,

ever so coyly...

I may not be like the dews in the dusk

which, on each petal and leaf shall stand,

but also not, am I the summer's leftover muck

for I am that molten gem that glistens

that stays concealed, but only revealed

by trickling down when gathered all locks

sparing not a single strand.

of the stage beyond minor apprehensions,

we have now passed, I indicate

when from the clouds of fear and anxiety

I precipitate...

down his straight looking cliff

also between her narrow deep crevice

I travel sending a ticklish chill

which to its source is not akin

couldn't add to the troubles, only If

as well providing an adhesive service

that proven reliable, discarded until

of making the fabrics cling like their second skin...

I also am the herald,

that they are now healing

the emerging cool beads

bringing that relief's feeling,

that doused is now the fire within

which made of them a living hearth

washing away a part of them

cleansing them before their desire luxurious bath...

Often accused is the sun 

for this inconvenience

assuming us to be his  conception

their hubris from their ignorance,

grants them this lenience

towards their thirst, after which we arrive

towards their odor, after which they arrive

towards their very being, with whom we survive 

of whom we are,  just shards of reflection.....