Rap me in your sly embrace.
Entrap with trances, glee, and grace.
A frosty moon that rises soon
Shall dance with summer's final trace.
Spice the scents that stain the skies.
Entice with tricks and shifty sighs
Quiescent tones that chill the bones
Lie deep within candescent cries.
Seize me with a sultry breeze.
Exult before the season flees.
Assault my sight with stubborn light
That warmly wards off future's freeze.
Subtly have the shadows massed.
Their young domain is cool and vast.
Maintain your grasp through autumn's rasp
And hold your heat unto the last.