— the flashing waves
rollin on the greatest lake
with the wind sparkling in our ears and
the inexorable sunlight dancin loudly
in our eyes —
Your face is laughin at the storms
that I heard rumors of
— because, y'say,
the sky is clear —
The sky, I see, is blue and white like a
sapphire pitcher of steamin milk — such a hot
day it is that even the ghosts
are sweatin all around us
My arms are pink and
your back is brown...
The laziest god you are, fallin asleep
with smile lines by your eyelids and the blindin
water at your side, while I lie
Under the emptiness of summer
and dream little things
For you and me and us together
in this timeless age
of happy
weather
— in this happy age
of timeless
love —
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