Poetry

Revelling Season

Secrets in summer shade

Photo by Jacky Watt on Unsplash

I seethe the fermented sweet
of lily — almost rotten —
luring discord with mossy bark,
oiled with green on balmy pond
— earth emanates want —
and secrets grow in shade
like fleshy musk sweltering
Fruit of summer is warm instinct,
wine-ripe flesh on the lips
In the sprawl and linger deep,
lush in the revelling season