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*Before the fall rains come, Let’s have one more picnic, Now that the leaves are turning color And the grass is still green in places.    – by Charles Simic* A hot day brings the summer alcohol Out of hiding. Surrounded, Each ice cube vanishes into my glass, Like children running from the year’s last class, Mingling with the *** I relish laying My hand on your naked chest In the August sun, Before the fall rains come. Layered with a glaze of sweat Neither yours nor mine but both, My eyelids slide like honey Over my quiet eyes, Relaxing my thighs, Daydreaming of earlier, when You said to me In the same tone as one with Only a couple pages left in his comic, “Let’s have one more picnic.” Tomorrow, I’ll pack a basket With some entertaining food: Whipped cream, chocolate strawberries. Under your tongue they’ll disappear From here, here, and here. (It’s duller Without them.) I’ll be excited looking around at The land in a riot of multicolour, Now that the leaves are turning colour. But I’ll realize it isn’t you Specifically; Just that you were there, and I was there. And we’ll realize we’re in love, however, You or I could be whoever. Gazing at each other, still with good graces And moderate tolerance we’ll think, “The sky is partially blue, There are half-smiles on our faces, And the grass is still green in places.”
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
Lifting the Veil
*Before the fall rains come, Let’s have one more picnic, Now that the leaves are turning color And the grass is still green in places.    – by Charles Simic* A hot day brings the summer alcohol Out of hiding. Surrounded, Each ice cube vanishes into my glass, Like children running from the year’s last class, Mingling with the *** I relish laying My hand on your naked chest In the August sun, Before the fall rains come. Layered with a glaze of sweat Neither yours nor mine but both, My eyelids slide like honey Over my quiet eyes, Relaxing my thighs, Daydreaming of earlier, when You said to me In the same tone as one with Only a couple pages left in his comic, “Let’s have one more picnic.” Tomorrow, I’ll pack a basket With some entertaining food: Whipped cream, chocolate strawberries. Under your tongue they’ll disappear From here, here, and here. (It’s duller Without them.) I’ll be excited looking around at The land in a riot of multicolour, Now that the leaves are turning colour. But I’ll realize it isn’t you Specifically; Just that you were there, and I was there. And we’ll realize we’re in love, however, You or I could be whoever. Gazing at each other, still with good graces And moderate tolerance we’ll think, “The sky is partially blue, There are half-smiles on our faces, And the grass is still green in places.”
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
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