June

I can’t help but wonder

         What’s eating at you

         Gnawing at your insides

Has my heart opened to you

         Like no other woman before

         The eyes of a pond

Why won’t I be bound

         Committed to love

         It’s not what my heart can contemplate

Your brown sky

         Looking down upon me

         Trace your thigh with a blade of grass

Native tongues

         What we could share

         Is the quad of possibility

But I am one

         and one I shall remain.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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