Haiku for Summer

It is the season of summer
my love, and you
are making me sweat.

*

Taking a bite into
the fruits of summer –
my body smells of you.

*

“Look here,” said she
turning away
from me.

*

In your arms,
the summer’s sun,
ceases to set.

*

Call me a bird,
for I nest in
the curls of your hair.

*

The ice melts
in the waves of your body;
I am thirsty.

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