An Ode to Summer

in a haze of strung days/the world is sound beneath my soul/barefoot in shadowed grass/iced tea and Kate Chopin’s case/dizzy in the menagerie of doves doves in my head/summer opens up cages/summer drenches your thirst only to reveal more desires/summer can hurt between lovers and blossom fierce in torrents between friends/summer is the naked days of slipping into pools in the Delta, sand stuck to your ass, bruised lips, piano key blues drowning out the whisper from the mouth of your secret that you trace with hot fingertips



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