Summer

Misty settling over the lush greenery

of prolific

ripe peonies

that are in my bedroom

normally with outstretched neck I welcome

tiny as the creeping

tender ants

I smell you, and sleep sleep

cycle of days and food and thoughts

suspended in the fog

above these chilly June days

resentment over warmer days

pushed against the clouds

in blossomed animosity

and ambiguity

Fingers spindly

and skin soft

and here encaptured this man

of stories elusive

and forces of circles

inside my stomach

that wobble and hook

and spin around and upwards

until reaching the tip of my brain

where the washed out corners

collect to form a place

Leave your scent traced on the pillow

sneak through in unexpected brilliance

of the tumbly lack

and you rabid heartbeat

has been heard