The roses are
in flower
and they're
climbing towards
the sea foam sky
where Aphrodite's
singing and she may have
played my song

the song where you are
dancing and your shoes
are made of something
that is causing my knees,
weakening,
melting in place
and bloom

how is it that love grows?
that roses grow?
that deep in the
drought of summer,
our cornhusk
baker-miller
summer

how is it my heart
expands
and grows
so feverishly
for you?