Speak less of desire so late in summer
When heat swaddles tarmac, rising from
roots
Flowers in their finery seduce bees dumb
And sun kisses sugar into green
fruits.
The hay's to be brought in, the grass
is long
The seas are warm, the corn has ripened
ear
The collared doves coo soft in song
May born charm, think my heart unwrong
Talk less of desire my dear.
All life is adventure
So late in summer
So late waking, with bees already in
love
When dusk takes an age to draw covers
close
Geese look south
She was born of this season
Passionflower in her mouth.
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