That Latent Summer
A strum of guitar in the rain
falling softly near my shame
all those kisses in the past
a memory a thought an everlast
no I didn't no I couldn't but I did
you knew I couldn't keep it hid ?
laughter peels hearts a stripped
eyes of color butter whipped
nicely thoughts burnt cigarettes
you and I reading, "The Gazette "
yes I folded like an origami cloth
as I clung to the flame like a moth,
on the veranda you a newcomer
on that hot and lonely latent summer .
June 1, 2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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