| the sky is the color of deep water i hear the bone dry sounds of bats venus appears yellow against the pale lower sky where the blue begins and the orange ends i am thinking of braids cut off and tossed in the sea remembering a lost friendship a dead lover, a promise never fulfilled leaning back the grass comforts me as if i were held in place upon the earth by green living finges, each a serrated blade pleasure is so often barbed if i could embrace the knees of god and reaching up grasp his beard and entreat him to reveal to me beauty and truth could i get over how ugly his kneecaps are? if we are to be condemned for cupping our hands and offering cool water to tantalus and plucking fruit for him to taste, i would die for the sweetness of seeing his satisfaction |
| Thoughts of Summer |