Your cheeks, in the summer rise Of longer moments, to speak in the maze Of gardens, with gazes longer than my fingers That have entrapped your ankles, like rope For the marvelous, golden flesh. Sing to me Wide verses, Boldest beauty who does not sleep, For you are the season with the brightest light. The flaming mornings, With their coming noon Drowned in the simplest single second Cast the vertical shadows From the sun, in downed, warming rays. I love you, As I have loved you Before you departed to the coming Autumn, Grim as you were dim When light cleaned itself into surest darkness. Why leave The sun to its glow on its own? I loved, without vain complexity To hone you in my arms, Though you left the world of mine, upon its birth. I still want To further the oceans that leak from my eyes, As sadness is but the sting from my mind Without hope, With merely a rope Not for the tying of your ankles, Though for my end.