A summer morning

A summer morning holding his arms 
woman writable by. 
Please come and take by the hand, 
wound still grow together closed, 
to be as strong as the furry wild wine. 
Today, I refer to the way tomorrow, 
collects heat from the glowing sky 
in long grass, morning dew evaporates quickly away. 
I love the mornings, the heat of 
Panting evenings, beautiful arched bridges.