I hate the way you smile and stare
Your smooth seductive raises lust,
I hate the way it’s clear
Fun is a different joy as fancies are tinkled,
My bones shiver you hold me near
Take you do the chances of redemption
Even my dreams are in love with her
The clouds lay heavy scattered across the evening sky
Soothing midseason walks through with ease but why…
Why is it colder in summer nights than winter days?
Why is it brighter in winter’s play than spring’s joy?
Why does the spring of growth come when all is done?
And why doesn’t autumn ever arrive
Loneliness t’is arête of no enjoyment