Squeeze Me a Lemon

Happily, I huddled beneath a robust olive tree Where I prettily assumed I could be damn free Writing the first sugar poem, for my dear wife Yet this ole brain, oh not so techie, ran in strife I loosened the pink laces of my sagging heart To examine what’s tearing her fancy lips apart And collected her own beloved babies’ breath Dying, oh dying, to be fed by a summer sweat I smelled a wild bouquet of rare natural scent-- Wafted freely through the air. Hmm, so I went To picture the quote of the day, at the sea, and Be done awhile, ah resting in her god-like hand I kept dead silent as same noon-day wind cool ‘Twas ‘cos I wanted not to be mistaken as fool Short sigh ‘tween us, the Heaven and the Earth Although pampered soul o’ mine, liken to dirt Yet you will receive not the sorrow of this land Hear, o hear the music flow, from a morn band But the real gossip truly worthy of pronouncing Is how you squeezed a lemon, while birds sing In avidity to drink this flavored cocktail of July Ere to another season of great romance they fly