The Snows of Summer

We brushed our hands so fiercely, against our frozen bodies caught in winter's grasp,
to melt it fast,
this clinging snow, from our soft skin,
so we could dance, and dance again.

We spun arm in arm, under the fading sun,
The stars not yet shone, and not yet in our grips,
And we slammed ourselves face to face,
against the blur of our trembling lips.

But alas, just a little time has passed...
why does my touch no longer melt your skin,
and make you sweat and faint and spin?

Oh curse the snows of summer, such deceptive rain!
which claimed your heart, delayed, and cast in vain,
our touch of skin, and lips and love so right,
which froze cold dead, no sun in sight, in winter's night.