summer spells sweet
Soon came the whistling, hissing sound of soft breezes beyond the grips of Spring. Under the bold, beating, breathing sky, sweat glands rupture; a ravaging heat. Moments pass fast in the world's exuberance -- tell time only from golden streams and sunlight beams. Maybe this warmth -- this oppressive, possessive burden weighing on our sheets -- is worth it when the sunset sleeps; Even if my skin peels and fervour nigh fleets, penetrating with no Relief, I will bask in these rays, just in reach of the shifting beach.
prompt: summer, acrostic, under 200 words










