Summer Divinity

 

Summer Divinity,

drinking in the city,

a back patio or porch,

on a boat, in the breeze,

sun shine streaming,

classic rock music playing,

as friends and lovers,

raise glasses and bottles,

cans and goblets,

toasting to the sweet

sounds of summer echoing

through sun dappled trees.

 

Waiting for that summer kiss,

from the summer crush,

as the sun sets slowly and

back yard grills waft smoke

silently into the waning blue

sky, and the drinks don’t stop,

and the fun doesn’t end, as

sunbeams stream sending

long happy shadows along

the simmering sidewalks.

 

A blessing in beer,

a wish in wine,

a love in dark liquor,

mixed with sun block lotion,

limes and lustful, lazy clouds,

drifting directionless, across

the mirrored sunglass lenses

of your lover.

A toast to the summer lovers,

the warm weather friends.

 

The golden sunsets,

bathing everyone in halos

as they sit together in Last Supper

poses, along picnic tables and

on patio furniture, wicker chairs

and plastic stools, worshiping Ra

and Dionysus, with unhindered

smiles and laughter in a church of

their own; divine and glorious.