Summer's

A Poem By Madeline // 3/8/2016

Your hair
drips
in soft wafts
across your face
I drift
without aim
tease my legs
with a tan
Summer's land
my terrain
and your hand
without shake
pointing through
the maple leaves
where I can see
just the
thinnest tease
of blue sky
and following the line
of your arm
where it meets my shoulder
I can try
to believe
and as I lick at
my ice cream
Summer's feed
that you could be
mon amore
that you would never
yearn for more
on any given day
I try
to savor
every dip
of my spoon
until the last scrape
remains
so obtuse
it clings
stubbornly
And in it
I witness
all your
purse-lipped disdain
but I ignore
as you implore
me to notice
how I feign
and ignore
your huge smile
I am blind
to the corners
seething with the strain
of cheekbones lifted
your focus shifted
to some place
far away
But no
I do not
I am sustained
by digging
at the bit
of goodness
while I relay
so selfish
with relish
that I love
summer's way

Comments

Lovely! The wording is so

Lovely! The wording is so delicious.

Damaris Ann | Tue, 03/08/2016

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

Thank you so much! What a

Thank you so much! What a nice comment! :)

Madeline | Tue, 03/08/2016

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

Roomie here!

Fab, as always!!!

Kassady | Sun, 04/03/2016

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!

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