A Solar Gap... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

trees tired out are standing
I lie under one

he is stretching out
on the deckchair
is spreading, and is flexing
the wide breast

the delicate little wind
is frolicking with the body

sand is drying humidity,
and you then again, you will
warm me, pretending, that
you are busy with oneself

with you, I am finding
these roads, which we love

your hot lips are heating
my body up. the heart
is melting now...

the sunbath restored
colours of the last summer