Summer Comes, a Courtesan

This first sloppy kiss of summer, wet, salacious,
Sends me reeling. I pant in the shade. The
Thought of fruitful labor dissipates. I am not
Helpless. After all, I have been kissed this way
For thirty years. I scurry to my bedroom
To undress. I don my suit, and, afterwards,
I dash outside to dive into awaiting water,
To be cooled, to be incorporated into this
Approaching season, summer, slaked,
And now reminded that one dares not
Even contemplate exertion when the sun is high.
One plays along, a suitor at the mercy
Of a blazing goddess, bent on bending those
Like me, with kisses, to her will.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-06 at 02:09

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