experimental

that
love was
a hot summer
happiness lifting
smells of Coppertone
gleaming silver moonlight
reflecting in the rise and fall
rippling on a drought stained river
shushing shrill staccato symphonies
of fat crickets and rusty old john boats
easing and thumping against each other
like the two of us, forever and for never
at times, when I hear that sound of metal
grieving against hot metal I can see your
sunburned shoulders, red as the clay banks
freckled with flat stones and just as broad
my chin resting on the smooth of your arm
swan neck, goose flesh, breathy humming
and the fireflies whispering pale promises
erasing the stars and the history of worlds
beyond that cool stream and blue eyes
fixed to me with a poison ivy vine
and the quick ease of July sweat
having everything to gain
and everything to lose
what perfect love
what perfect love