Oh, Summer, how beautiful you are! And why, such a flirt!
Teasing me till late at night,refusing to shut out the Sun’s light
Fooling me to think there are more hours to the day to while away
Alas, you cannot diminish the existence of time
Nor the dull regulations my body lives by
“Get 8 hours of rest,
Or tomorrow, try as you may, you will never be at your best!”
A ritual I indulge in, so as to seize my its giddy thoughts
A glass (or two) of Malbec I sip on
A soothing jazz tune playlist I play (thank you Spotify)
A delicious book of fiction I unleash my mind on
My spirit is occupied, soothed and quietened
No, Summer, I can’t play so late, I truly am sorry
But as soon as you kiss me tomorrow morning
I will arise and we shall dance again.