is it the radiation
why i have been set ablaze
how one feels so fortunate to be blinded
by the sun
for you to admire
from the first word that ever truly carried
any weight through your ear
summer boy
summer man
i want to hold your summer hands
and taste the winter in your skin
i’ll grow flowers from your skull
when you can no longer hold
all the blood and bone
oh to have eternity
bat her eyes at us
how fortunate can two beasts be
consecrating you to me
plucked with the gentlest touch
and may the black swan
never drink
from our waters