Summer's Eyes shine
sublimely
penetrating deep in ocean
mine
tattoos upon my consciousness
which Summer illuminates
but she, too, burns
from giving more heat
than I can withstand
a searing of my soul
I, am, the moth to her flame;
a supplicant
intoxicated by her Summerness
her Sherazade
her Red Burning Flower
her mere attention;
I chased her light
but was consumed by her heat
seared heart returning time and time again
to her cobalt inferno kiss..
She was my incendiary addiction
from which I tried
time and time again to retire
from her and her fire
which attracted me so-
the lady with the red hair
and green eyes-
my Summer fix.
But now I look rather to
those with Spring's touch
No fault of Summer here
she was captured and bound inside her own lovely bloom,
but I had to recognize
in fact
I'm more at ease
with Spring's Empathies
than with fiery Summer flowerings.
The many chased after Summer's Heat
But now I know I am more suited
to relish Spring's offerings;
than Summer's Insouciance
rather than her too ripened,
too wise Summer flower
over-sure of its own beauty
oblivious of Moths and Flames.
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-fire-2/
