Friday, September 25, 2009

I bid thee farewell my summer.
You were harsh and quick with your fiery lashes.
And now when our finger tips are reaching out for just one last touch,
I know I will miss you 'til next summer,
When we can tumble in our torturous union once again.


Becca said...

Um, ditto!

Rebecca said...

I can't even say goodbye yet. It's still hooooot.