I live in a heartless summer-town,
Of sultry chills and wintry moons
Blanketing secrets in its slothful
Wakeful, sparkly silver hues…
I see you down the half-bridge,
Drained of the last speck of afternoon shine.
The sun is secure beneath the walls
Of bricks and buildings and you die..
To come to life in the shadows
Of my bed inside my quilt...late at night.
I sleep with the trees,
As they shall be…
Witness to dry winter kisses,
I have failed many hearts
They call me lucky
And that I’m fooled or simply blessed.
But I am no labor in respite
Of rain-drawn wind of hill-stations,
I am no humor looking for
A laugh to moist my sleepy eyes…
Leave me here and take me in
Curled in the tattered pillows of my long,slow nights
Make me your burnt and buried beautiful girl,
Your one-legged armor-less soldier
Make me your winter's spring-butterfly.