low leaves of summertime
July 8th, 2017
my hair in the grass
my ears in a breeze
my toes in a shadow
still some dirt on my knees
my eyes set on sun
and my lungs barely breathe
with top of my fingertips
i touch gentle ease
my lips slightly open
and some red on my cheeks
my spirits get high
but when you speak of love,
speak low
i watch the sky blue
and i think even less
as clouds pass by
comes the warmth of caress
my desires turn real
not an ounce of stress
i whisper out your name
all is clear, no need to guess
the star’s even closer
ordering the earthly mess
i want this to last forever
but when the autumn comes,
it leaves
i roll on my stomach
now head facing ground
the shadow stretches over
bringing the night around
my spine backs the darkness
besides sits forest hounds
i body sense the silence
you left without a sound
i cover up with moss
wary of being found
i hope low season passes
but when the living gets hard,
you know it’s summertime
marrach/badpoet/chtinmara – love low
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