I'll Be Your Summer If You Let Me
A dialogue poem for would-be lovers in a field
I saw you there,
I couldn’t feel you watching
You’re hard to miss
By the great oak?
You melted into the waving grass
The tiger in the jungle of your mind
No, the lost flower
Flowers are meant to grow in fields
Not on their own
What if I meant to be alone?
A plucked flower then
And you hope to do the picking?
I’m quite happy to admire you from here
Not from the oak?
The oak is for hiding in the shade
Seems at last, you were craving the sun
It seems to follow you
You can’t think me lost anymore
Not now I’ve found you
Here to put me in a vase?
Not if there’s a chance of growing roots
You want to be the roots that keep me here?
No, I want to be the roots that give you life
But I have thorns
Such smooth skin could never prickle
It does with the cold
I’ll be your Summer if you let me
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Nessy Writer
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