Do you want to creep into my mind
Like the ivy along a twine,
Up into the intimate sunlight of my day?
Do you want to feel the shine
That glitters in the summertime,
That beckons butterflies
And ripens watermelons?

Feel the heat that makes the okra bloom,
The hot summer wind that blows broom corn
And pollinates it.

Enjoy me with me
As I enjoy you.
Let me see a smile or two,
And maybe a giggle,
And then as the dirt
Cries out in thirst,
The clouds rise up,
The thunder bursts,
We can run
And dance through the august rain.

-jenn