LP No. 44_2021_love songs

reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.

she arrives early,

gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.

and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.

so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.