The dying embers,
of the summer-sun,
lay, like barbecue coals,
underfoot.
It's been one hell - of a season,
peppered;
with grief-stricken - condiments,
and, gruesome - herbs.
Parties, and, meetings,
where sapient meat,
became disturbed.
Flame flashes rashers,
shanks, loins, and, many rarer cuts.
Heart-shaped burgers;
bitten, burning, and, dripping.
Blaze-shaped feelings;
all sweating;
profusely, and,...