Summer (Lovers' Last)
I knew a boy who laughed an angel’s whisper-
we sat in fields and talked and loved and knew
no other feeling than love’s bloated blister,
but love turned cold as grass and flowers grew.
He danced in summer-circles ‘round the mowing-
and clutched to his unhaired chest a drooping daisy,
bent like age and dry as brittle bone.
He laughed and danced a daffodil’s soliloquy-
All things come to an end, my mind was hissing
as we sat beneath a blooming swelter.
after we’d shared a kiss- though not for kissing-
I thought to keep this sentiment in shelter.
As my skin baked in the sun, both pain and pleasure,
I kicked out at a tulip, just for measure.