I Sat Like SummerA Poem by AstroSummer so vibrant and warm is often wished to be eternally upon us. It's not the length of summer that we remember when it's gone, but how hot it was while it passed.I sat at your royal table Honoring you with eyes That bowed lowering lids Like an amorous opium rush While you tried with feigned subtlety To arrange me like you would flowers Only you were my Sun and Moon My light to which I bent I reached for you hungry That I might taste in you Sacred thoughts of a desire For me who falls at your feet Not from weakness of the body I simply prepared myself for inevitability The day you fell I would be there To catch you, your heart safe in my arms As they burned to white ash holding Your heat consuming me until nothing Is left but my taste upon your flesh My aroma a hanging hummingbird Light and strobing in and out of existence A blur of colorful memory which You once invited to sit at your table One season of love passed over While you remain ever the beacon That guides new passion out of youth Like poetry out of the formless void Of spilled ink tattooed on Morpheus While he puts to sleep those eyes Dropping softly, like afternoon shadow Onto the white breasts of Winter pale © 2013 AstroAuthor's Note
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