The Sun-kissed Man


No breeze to blow this stifling heat
No shade to break the sun
No drop of gin to wet the whistle
Until the day is done

No barricade from flinging grit
Kicked up by him in lead
As dirt and dust flung far and wide
By a madly galloping stead

No way to dodge the shifting winds
Painting him red and black
With the sands of the desert lands
That surround his run down shack

Sweat trickling race tracks down his skin
Forging clean lines through the dirt
Plastering sodden to his back
The red checkered flanno shirt

A water skin hangs full and sloshing
Tied about a dusty waist
Tepid and warm but still refreshing
When the rider has a taste

No respite from aching muscles
No reprieve from red hot sand
No real want to escape his life
Has this harshly sun kissed man

©Aarron Mondello


Summer Girl

Sitting thinking Summer Girl
What thoughts twirl through your mind?
Before you lies the entire world
What wonders will you find?

I see you hiding Summer Child
For you shine bright as day
With your spreading laughter tinkling mild
What do your smiles say?

I see you smiling Summer woman
My heart like you is growing
I’ll watch you like a strong rose blossom
And see the Summer Girl still showing

©Aarron Mondello