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Summer
Melissa A. Bitterman
On violent nights
I would visit sugarplum dreams
& lust over bare feet
From time still away
And most of them
ugly moments
Glistening diamonds
& blue sweat
With black death
& purple rain
Princes and divas
fill my eyes with mad tears
And excessive urges
to give into life
Through sapphire eyes
My sister plays
in the mist of the sprinklers
While my soul mates
are out getting wasted
just to please each other
& lick temptation
from the tip of the bottle
I yell stop, but they lather themselves
in hot skinned crushes
& become delirious and weak
with screams of
ugly blows to the stomach
& cries of a thousand light skinned newborns
They've only heard about
at school assemblies
While my bedroom fills
with the scent of honey and
& visions of Autumn at my feet
They want these moments to last
But like music over bitter winter snow
the storm never goes away
& we learn to love the moon
that shines down over the
silky summer hayfield
That sways and becomes
ripe like pink peaches
& life is peachy