I Sat Like Summer

Summer 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 

  

Author's Note

I tried to break it up into some sort of free verse form because I didn't like it all together in one alphabetical beast but not sold on the design.

Reviews

[Vikrantsingh]

Nicely trapped Mate :) Wonderful Title - I Sat Like Summer.. Must be your old memories.
Flow was wonderful all over with wonderful explanation sound/fragrances/seasons. Mind-Blowing :)

Restlessness from start to end :)

Singh :)

[Astro]

Thanks Singh it's another force of nature piece.

[Vikrantsingh]

Yes very true :)

[Dana Alsamsam]

i hate to say it, but i am completely victim of seasonal depression (beyond my year round depression) and this struck a chord with me. it's summer and i'm really happy and this captured it beautifully. my favorite lines: "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"

Summer is definitely a season of love and hummingbirds are one of my favorite poetic images ever! great work- saving this one in the library to read again.

[Astro]

I shook my head and this is the kind of ramblings that fell out tonight. I'm glad you enjoyed it and I'm honored that you would keep it for further reading. Thanks Dana.

[QuietlyCrash]

This is beautiful. Your words are so gracefully put that I can just feel the beauty of the moment from each word. I honestly adore this, great job.

[Astro]

Thanks Riley now I can go to bed smiling. Seeing as your "Swagger" poem makes me think of online dating I'm gonna send you a request.

[QuietlyCrash]

Haha Online dating. Jeez that's terrifying. But anytime, glad I could make you smile :)

[Astro]

You did indeed thanks.