PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the bastard sun who sweats my interest

begets me with backlashing burns

charcoal carbon smile heatstroke

undulating liberation

summer's heat on sunday stains me

i blackout from exhausted stance

[can't quite see what lies beneath]

stuck on cloth too damp from labor

sleeping quietly discretley

waiting for a mass of iridescent conversation

articles of yes and nos

knowing not the parts we stole

to keep us tied to one as whole

and kissing faces, lips and mouth

girls with hips and fingertips

polished for the coming out

and shedding winter skin to show

a silhouette of curves that glow

laced with mother's intuition

bent and angled contradictions

stemming from the steps of spring

blooming with a humid pallor

in the stream of april showers

kids all running through the streets

free from school day solitude

laughing at the tiny humor

of an esoteric paradigm

too deep to discern

on a small note

in the soft glow

of the efferevescent night