You were my summer angelYour eyes, how they shoneJust last night we were talking aboutHow much our love had grown.
--Carly Simon
He calls her "flower fairy,"
She laughs
But with him she is,
Sitting perched, awaiting, wings humming --
The sting of wanting, spark and tingle on rounded enchanted skin
The flow of nectar
Pink and radiant
The buzz around them, heavy, warm, and close
Summertime, though late
Still happy.
--me