MIDSUMMER

by: Lee Timberlake

HAVE need of love,

I am parched,

And I am barren.

I await the thunder of your demand,

While I crave the lightning shock

Of your embrace

To plough my hardened breast

To f lower.

I must have the rainfall

Of your kisses

Increase to torrents

To saturate my sterility;

So the hot sun

Of your smile

Will burst my bud-bonds,

For I must become fecund

That I may sing,

I have need of you!

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