Last days of summer in Rambling sane thoughts of the terminally me

inklings of the sum aurora gone
and sigh light auburn fingers that
spread their ardor-us warmth and beckon
as they evaporate over the sea
Content countenance. Leaving you and me.
swathed in warmth and company
smiling at stars and laughing at lightning
electricity in the air and
your stare; warm and comfortable yet
without torpor it holds me awake
and alert embers twitch and dance
on iron and give their last best effort
before they succumb to the night
and, with appetence, so do we.