Summer Boy In Spring

Summer boy this spring got you hot
You’re running round my house
Like a roll-jumpin’ rock.
Crabapple blossom are soon gonna pop
And a rain gonna pin them to you head.
Summer boy your skin still pale
Your thighs are tight, your wind hair curled
You hop cross my gutter and a gnat
Changed its course.
Sun smile behind these clouds my dear summer boy
Come on in into my heart.

poem by David E. Patton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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