my vision rests
in the bare arms
reaching out into
the blue of the sky
a phantom taps
on my right wrist
as I hold it behind
my reclined head
in the intensity of
passionate sunrays
my flesh whispers
prayers to summon
the slightest breeze
a sweet invocation
falling in the drips
of glistening sweat
to ask the cool to
dance with the heat
while March teeters
in April's advance
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