lovin lovin' summer.
summer, summer love.

We try so hard to make each other frown
I sometimes wonderif we haven't been together much too long.
The words that work the wonders are so few
that they seem foolish anymore.
Is this a kind of loving too,
a chocolate bar that tastes good at the timebut kills the dinner later on ?
Could be our appetite will go
till even memory's not a feast.
But there are times
when you can smile in such a way
that I'd forget a ten year war
and lie down in your shadows' shadow
and live on sounds your stomach makes.
In these brief times
I could die against your side
and never make a warning sound
content to suffocate
within the circle of your back.

the soldier.

Things have gotten colder in June.
cosmic consciousness washes upon my legs
I've felt emotions hurling over me as if tidal waves.
the various good and bad
come back to life in the spring
and summer should be here
but it has phoned us ,
informed us he wasn't coming home this year.
yr twenty-six year old son
will not be coming home this year.
he died on the battlefield with
his right hand over his heart.
and the photo of his lover in his left.
you read the news that's printed in plain ink
aloud to his mother and father.
the sorrow is read on their faces
the desperation is seen in their eyes.
You can't help but wonder
how they will ever go on?
the one to tell their tale
has left before his time has come.

I love.