spring is a sweet simpleton
Lovely my ladies are someone’s lovely lovers
Lovely their shadows drumming through their sticky summers
Lovely the silent twin, joint company to the host
Lovely the burnt toast, saved me from the petrol ghost
Lovely bud blushing out an ‘n’ for a ‘v’
Lovely yellow spell disarms ice into sea
Lovely dancing shoes made for sheet metal feet
Lovely stasis smothered, in an ashtray, discreet
Lovely is newness, pickling tangy in your pores
Lovely is uncertainty, holding all your doors
Lovely ripped stockings that demand no single stitch
Lovely coffee moisture sweating out a pleated ditch
Lovely fresh ingredients wearing brown grocery bag
Lovely gallery trip, yet still thinking of Sontag
Lovely is a hand that writes what turns a face pink
Lovely is a parted mouth, once hesitant to drink
Lovely winds sigh, through fibrous fingers and dark hair
Lovely when red foxes greet with many polite stare
Lovely is your best-loved stew, never boiled quite the same
Lovely is seeking, even if hiding is your game
Lovely when love leaves the rusting track bent off course
Lovely when love leaks, softens cotton once too coarse
Lovely when love leads you right out your right mind
Lovely when love leans, laughter bends your left-hand side
Lovely is forgetting this by autumn, shaken sane
Lovely is remembering all over again.
