By virgin in the green she took me, down by the banks of celandine. We fucked and wore the summer in, we rolled and wore the summer out. Made love a mist to hide in, made lust a drink to drown in. Made both a shirt to wear and discard. We talked musk mallow birdsong, loosestrife violet joy. The dodder-drained sun. Spurge the cut-grass whimpers. The creeping yellow cress sun. Summer’s here and now. By virgin in the green the foxglove blush, sticky-grass hair snagging summer scent. We fucked and reeled the summer in. We rolled and wore the summer out. And sang: I the babbling meadowsweet stream, she the scented campion fields. I to cup the buttercup moon, she to wear a daisy-chain of stars.
Χαμογελωντας στην ομορφια τους.
λαμπει το ειναι μου.