no sound is made,
no trace is left,
all done with merely anything being undone.
Realization of its arrival only comes upon
when senses are fully arrested,
by a sudden urge, to submit and surrender
to the dazzling sun, to the cloudless sky.
And soon as the last defense is abandoned,
summer officially reigns all over,
in and out; flooding all over the soul,
and unlocks the deepest desire.
Leaving feelings so naked and raw,
shadowless under the sun, everything melts away
into the heat, into the ultimate form of intoxication.
All lost in spells.
No one knows the moment summer begins slipping in;
no sound is made,
no trace is left,
all done with everything being undone.
credit: Alex Freund
