![]() (every time is) summertimeA Poem by Calliope
i'm sold on the middle of summer
and the branches of you and me the smoky fog, the moonlit dawn cut a steady pace to walk along they said we quit too early that there were still kids to be had a streetlight flickers out you hold my hand, and i listen closely for the sound of a curtain cue (never too late to go onstage) may i have this dance? you ask i toss my glass slipper and leave. my feet ache (and i made it up to you later anyway) switch the radio on and drive each other out of our minds golden success, whispering lips i can almost see it, that apple, bitten. ready to go? it's you i'll love © 2016 Calliope |
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Added on March 9, 2015 Last Updated on October 30, 2016 Author![]() CalliopeMelbourne, FLAboutYour name is Eve, and you are entirely too human. Or is it the other way around? You're not sure. more..Writing
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