I love your smile.
It says bless me honey.
We live in abandon
For just one moment’s summer.
Like a bloom that knows
the end is coming.
We read plays and
act the parts.
God the nights are
wet and hot.
With segovia on the
phonograph while
the crows and grackles
take their rest
in osage trees
or what the years
have left of them.
From lightning in the
night.
It is like you said
of love, that’s the
way it is, you’re
learning. Only
as we are upon
them, our bridges
may be burning.