Burning Season  

Six days and Sunday
I threw lilies to the dark girl
Asking me to love her.
I found my touch on her canvas
And bodies kissed a tango
On the floor.

She blew spring across the land--
Last years mould, the dead, the decomposed
And bad dreams lost in wet sands.

The storm of her
After sex and Sundays
Makes sunflowers bloom
In forgotten countries--
Embracing children building
Boats across her shores--
Embracing the end of the world
They can chase the horizon that turns
All her fears into flowers
And for all her deserts
Thundershowers
Until the desert
Sighs no more.

And if she ever wanted more
If she ever wanted more:
Riches for the homeless
And warmth for the poor.

For her desert all consuming
Sun ashed out midnight--
I'm a thief
Softly moving
In her fire all consuming
Burning the seasons of my mind

Her fire doesn't need a reason--
To burn it all in a burning season

So give me to her burning season.

 

© 2006 Jefferson Lavender