One Summer Day

 

I want to muse—

without

wearing eye-glasses, but

urge my pen for words that guide

to sea of love. Sun makes

 

her lips fiery, we sip

the day,

swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart

pumps out breath, holding our souls

 

like victims for ransom. Ah,

etching our aliases in the sudor like wine

on the lustful spread of green, I

 

look for the cheerful shadow

of sky, as we dress our minds

 

with chrysanthemum of a summer day.