Hunger crept into the body
like silence before the storm.
Chemicals ran a marathon
releasing air that was warm.
Clouds assembled in the dark
pouring gelid drops of rain.
Attempts made by summer to
spread heat went in vain.
Bare chests came under the spell
of a celebrated drug called love.
An exalting epilogue commenced
signifying the attribute of a dove.
Sacrifices after all bore the fruit
implying there’s no need to adjust.
Star-crossed souls met their fate
sultrily savoring the kiss of lust.