Sing with me
sweet summer song
until it ends.
The music
pirouettes
ivory arms and legs.
You're like the trees
your lungs, the leaves
your mind, a golden-red.
Your skin, your face
they've seen better days-
I hope I'll remember them.
I'll cross the road
when I feel your pull
and I feel it all the time.
I'll think of you most
on September days
when the wind is cool and low.
So, scuttle deep
sweet serpentine
until we meet again.
A prayer that we
will only grow
stronger until then.
