Love and summer, albeit a bit early.

Our Summer of Love

Your golden locks caress my chest as you and I frolic on the green,
Losing ourselves in this welcome wave of heat like a couple of fools.
As we continue to exchange moisture we do not notice the love in the air,
Two bees zig zag over our heads, caught up in their own minute world.
These star crossed lovers reach their destination, daffodils in full bloom,
Where they harvest the sweet nectar and conjugate with blissful abandon.

Yet like us they do not see that they aren’t the only ones, who are drunk,
Intoxicated by the beams of light that perpetuate during this time of year.
The daffodils, the tulips, the carnations all blossom from the ejected seed,
Spawned by their predecessors with the assistance of wind and wings.
Soon it will be their turn to disperse their offspring and watch them grow,
Thanking the sun for this glorious season in which they can flourish.

We need not lament our ignorance for this is something to marvel,
Knowing would simply make us lose the spontaneity of our ways.
For every time you and I play on the grass like teenage kids,
And the bees continue the serve their queen and their appetites,
And the flowers continue to perpetuate their circle of life,
We are all playing our part in this multi-coloured summer of love.



Yeah this is bad.