With all doors and windows open we breathe,
While bees find their way to the curtains.
All hiding from the heat, we smell the sea
And listen to the thunder approaching.
We know rain will come to spoil the warmth
In the street bricks, wash away all kindness of Summer.
But we can hold hands and watch the lightning,
We shall be content with the scent of grass.
And at night a little moth will be flickering
Over us, trapped and sentenced till dawn,
Flirting dangerously with the last of the burning candles.
This is a night to make love. To breathe again.