The Smell of Summer

The Smell of Summer

Sometimes the smell of Summer
nights makes my heart hurt,
The expectation is too great to deliver
in full,
No matter the pleasure
there is still a lingering emptiness;
the knowledge of transient passions and fickle promises made hastily in the heat.
Do I fear an endless Summer?
The repetitive sense that life has to start at somepoint?

Deux Femmes, a Smartcar and Paris

Deux Femmes, a Smartcar and Paris

A Havoc Life

A Havoc Life