Summer Girls

You taunt me

I am drunk with the blood

that flows,


beneath your white,

rose-tinted skin

I blush red,

at your merest glance,

reading entire novels,

in the language,

of your

fearful motions

The sound

of your heels,

parts the street,

like Moses,

parting the waves,

I take cover

The sun dances,

a frenzied circle,

around your,

red-white patterned dress,

disturbing my peace

Your thoughts sheltered,

behind unfeeling eyes,

and inscrutable


offer nothing in return,

for my kind attentions

There is no mystery

in you,

I pretend to myself,

You don’t touch

me, I lie,

Life is pretending,

and I am the greatest,



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