Prompt: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Hot and sticky against my skin
Droplets of sweat sliding down your neck
Unable to catch even the slightest breath, no hint of a refreshing lukewarm breeze.
Shall I compare thee to an autumn's day?
Electric chills racing down our arms
Cold fingers laced through my loose hair
Grasping closer to keep in the warmth, fighting to dissipate the air that cushions between us.
Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Tiny hairs shiver in anticipation
Biting sharp pangs shoot through to my bones
Eyes aching to penetrate, yours hidden in the icy black cave of dark irises.
Shall I compare thee to a spring's day?
Saturated and sensing a newfound change
Unpredictable vibrations growing larger
That cause the surge of rain, sprays of crystal beads over the settling hills and valleys.
Shall I compare thee to any day?
Bodies collapsed into one being
Rhythms ceasing to remain consistant
In our rush and lust to begin again, a summer's/autumn's/winter's/spring's day.