Summer Sings

Summer green leaves

Smiles sweating as my heart pounds

Tickle in my head

Legs asleep

Concrete talk to me

Whisper the words with your long brown hair

Confused by your name

Flowers in the grass as I fell flat on my face

Picked up by your crane

White as royal

55 years of age from a paint splattered temple

Teachings of the spiritually supreme

Satirically relieved

Confused by benevolent lies

Said my speech to my brain

With my eyes I talked to you sweet

Imprisoned to impress

Something genuine let us seek

Come talk to me

The pond and benches

Around the corner from your house and mine

I don't think I'll go home