The swarming essence of summer
Pulsing around the shape of my form
Beckoning in its earthing pull to the core
Exchanging its sweet kiss for the last ounce of my resistance
Much opposite to that of a butterfly
Yet alike in spirit
The drift - awakened by the bout of the squirrel
Yet only for a fleeting moment as the lure strengthens its grasp
Creating a euphoric response seen as a close-eyed smile
The only bothers - the tick I ignored in checking
Promising only stress to the simplicity of the moment
And the technology to my left - unable to withstand the natural rays of heat that cause life and discard of poison
Pushing aside these human tools I succumb to the drag and find myself in a place of mindless warmth
Eliciting a feeling like no other.
At last I arise in a drugged stupor
Aware of nothing except the glow of my skin and the contented response of my body
Caressed by the earth, I must move on to the mundane tasks of the day
I bid good day to Mr. Squirrel and stumble numbly on my way.
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