Summer Fire Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Summer's Eyes shine

sublimely

penetrating deep in ocean

mine

tattoos upon my consciousness

which Summer illuminates

but she, too, burns

from giving more heat

than I can withstand

a searing of my soul

I, am, the moth to her flame;

a supplicant

intoxicated by her Summerness

her Sherazade

her Red Burning Flower

her mere attention;

I chased her light

but was consumed by her heat

seared heart returning time and time again

to her cobalt inferno kiss..

She was my incendiary addiction

from which I tried

time and time again to retire

from her and her fire

which attracted me so-

the lady with the red hair

and green eyes-

my Summer fix.

But now I look rather to

those with Spring's touch

No fault of Summer here

she was captured and bound inside her own lovely bloom,

but I had to recognize

in fact

I'm more at ease

with Spring's Empathies

than with fiery Summer flowerings.

The many chased after Summer's Heat

But now I know I am more suited

to relish Spring's offerings;

than Summer's Insouciance

rather than her too ripened,

too wise Summer flower

over-sure of its own beauty

oblivious of Moths and Flames.