Where Summer Shone

The air hums near flowers, where the sun sighs

In the cicada’s sweet song, I heard you

And the light that fell over her soft eyes

Reminisced of baby’s breath laced with dew.

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That flower I held, between fingers, shook

So fragrant were those trying petals, she

Until her heart was pressed flat in my book

So that her perfume, instead smelled like me.

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Gold summer air spilled over gentle hills,

Honey dripped slow, from sky to horizon

I laid in the sun, to heat my nerves’ chills;

I could not taste summer’s sweet cinnamon.

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I opened my book, her petals had flown

And I dreamt of your eyes, where summer shone.