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.

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