song of summer

i almost forgot you forgot my name, that summer night when i thought

it would all be ‘okay’ and it would all ‘work out’ and,

as the electric air tickled me, as the summer blew kisses

i turned away: i am the winter of life, you see

i didn’t kiss summer

 

but i do not tell stories. this is all you will get out of me-

 

how summer heat is hell, this hell of summer heat and sweat

is oppressive, a brutal regime complete with headlines

 

‘I FORGOT YOUR NAME’ or ‘TIME BETTER SPENT’

and i’ll read them and laugh,

and i’ll pretend nothing is wrong, that it will all

 

‘WORK OUT’

 

still i think of your cold room, still i think of winter breezes

a lifetime ago, the bloody drink you’d leave on my desk-

or that time we stood together in the den of spring not touching

just holding

 

fast. 

 

your handstands, my smile, 

memories blow kisses but i turned away

i am presently alive, you see

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