My Dearest Summer

With so many questions,
I can't help but to pine.
How is it that I procured
the sweetest grape from the vine?

I crush and squeeze you
until you turn into wine.
A delicious byproduct:
little pressure, lots of time.

I want to consume you,
mind and body to dine.
Tracing fingers over skin,
soaking in every line.

Sharing breath after breath,
the taste and smell so fine.
Words cannot express my thoughts,
I'm as useless as a mime.

So euphoric, this dream.
I'm waiting for a sign
that you'll stop taking chances;
your lives don't count down from nine.

You are just so precious,
I can't believe you're mine.
The trip I've been awaiting,
basking in the Summertime.