Oh Love,
My summer muse
And blooming desire,
How I have longed
For you,
And placed my
Naked heart
Under
This simmering Sun—
So much so,
That the ruthless
Heat has wrought it
Wrinkled,
Barren,
And Hard.
Sick
To death
Of my nonchalant
Toughness;
Of concealing
What hurts
With a shrug,
Saying “there’s more where I come from,”
Shoving the shouts
And tears
Into back pockets
Until they are bulging
At the seams.
Emptiness is eating away
The best of yours truly;
Someone please
Spare your
Tenderness—
Bring me back to life
With your calming
Touch and Kindness.
Away from home,
This Year
Ahead of time,
I caught a glimpse
Of the Red and Yellow
Fall—
So that upon
My return,
She had not yet
Arrived.
Knowing that She
Eventually would come,
I ceased to anticipate,
For I had seen it all.
But
She never appeared
Back in town,
As when She took me
By surprise,
I didn’t recognize Her
At all.
She would make Her stay,
Just like the year before,
But She was not
What I saw
Anymore.