There's a stone around my leg.

It was like the summer had no road that lead to a lesser sun.
we strolled through the birth of the world
murdering calm with our chat
and slept beneath pecan trees with lazy gnats
for clouds... summoning snow
for our deep reveries... while holding hands
like pirates that love better now
than then... but I'm remembering how we were.
thick in my head
like a slow beast
whose harp is enchanted
and whose days
are the minutes
i confused.