Summer. The Second Shot Poem by Thaddeus Thierisch

Prohibitions, prohibitions: no camping, no bathing.
Strange, there are no prohibitions from the side of this lake -
No overflowing the shore, no destroying the coast.

I can't recognize any prohibition in your eyes
To take you in the car, hotel, on the mound,
To kiss wherever I want at any time.

Strange, but I don‘t see in your eyes
A permit to perceive you not through the body -
So we meet each other this way - like the lake and coast:

Seems to be constantly, though
Never.