There's this thing called summer that dances around me
With its promise of fun and billowing clothing on the pin line
Swinging the scent of newly washed clothes
So caught in the illusions of white I cannot see the dragging inhibitions
Circling around me
Wearing a wreath of dead grass and broken promises littered with broken glass
I welcome summer into my home, shaking its hand
Nicking myself on its thorns
The skies seethe in storms, and magnolias cry into my eyes
Pomegranates trace my cheek in sticky metallic red
And the peonies sing no longer
As the earth creaks its sleeping limbs, rears its ugly, beautiful, terrifying, benevolent head
To my nicked hands, to her death giving, life loving child in my bleeding grasp
Till death do we part. When life no longer lies
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