everything's in bloom
in the sweltering june
with legs of vine
and pools of wine.
with the taste of summer
and some other lover.
you pulled me through fall
with your once daily calls,
speaking exquisitely of my smile.
but with deliberate denial
your love did expire,
exiling my drunken desire
for some other lover.
the night takes control
of my heart-shaped hole
which you dug into my chest
as a means to lay rest
to the battle of lust
you left wriggling in the dust
to find some other lover.
after me there is no other.