Summer flowers, I wanted to jot a poem
about you
The way you bloom like poppy in the
summer heat
For am just but a wolf on the hunt
Miss lavender…
Those jacaranda purple lips
How you caught my attention
On a young virgin night
Down the old post road
Near the thick healthy hedge
Your creamy smooth voice and deep smile
Vexed
my conscience in a quack
Lusitania became my name and Woodrow the embattled flesh sojourned
Lusitania became my name and Woodrow the embattled flesh sojourned
I couldn’t contemplate for a thorn that could tear through the calf tender heart
In the mid day heat
under this leafless trees shadows I rest
Anticipating you like the old postman
This winter's gonna know your name
This winter's gonna know your name
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