the simmering summer heat
lingering like a blanket of sticky tack
weighing on the leaves of the
bright summer suns,
the radiating petals
golden array of sunlight
rows upon rows
where the eyes tend to meet,

holstered with swaying stalks
thick, green leafy stems
whispering in the slight breeze
the sweltering heat humming with life
as the buzzing increases in strife
the screaming cicadas, the speckled path
striking down the field of suns
for the secret, secret place to sing

surely, yes surely
          the swindling sway
                 of frost bitten leaves
crushed to the marrow
             of another dinner's eve,
                   tender hands steeped in oils
fragrance wafting like
             the soft moss underneath feet,
                      a candle lit, drowned
in the droning stream
              of coursing music,
                       strings like an airy vessel
teetering like the flight
             of a subordinate trickle,
                        an orchestra crooked in

the loves which steeps