Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Rhyme

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

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