Poem: An Ode to Summer

 

How to write this old story without being in it

lived this love a hundred times,

life after life,

yet

 

the kiss is long coming

slow sun after hard winter.

To the God that likes trinity:

 

 taut muscles of upper thighs,

graceful nape of neck

shapely lips that crescents The King’s speech.

 

During the long hard winter,

please accept the dreams I send

only then I can kiss everything I see.

 

The sun shines for you, my friend