From different worlds we collide,
and like a bolt from the blue
summer enters my life once again.
For how could i resist the first
furtive glances which invited me
to your door, and once taken in
where blossoms delicately opened
to my flaming sun, the barest traces
of morning dew still lingering
upon those sultry lips.
And lying spent upon the ground
of your choosing, ask if it’s better
to swim patiently through
each changing season, or plunge
headlong into summer’s abundant cup
overflowing with new wine?
You confess a wish to experience
life slowly, drinking deeply
from the rhythms of each new wave
as they crash upon your shore,
and perhaps we were both a bit
blinded by the vanity of it all —
never realizing how summer
ceaselessly surrenders to the fall.
