The person I wrote this for reminded me last night I did it... I write things but never memorize any... so with St Valentine Day around the corner... Why not?
on a summer of broken things 7/24/17
things getting rough
you can see
how things splinter
right in front
of our eyes
sometimes life...
is a killer
but even in a world
around us getting meaner
we feel love
and compassion
easier...
and clearer
on a summer of broken things
I want to be your fixer
your shoulder to cry upon
my verse and prose
lasting longer than a rose
in a milder winter
because we know a healer
moon bathing with you...
by the river
lust turning into a fever
your eyes sparkling magic
over me...
little by little
a dream come true
as I shiver
or slither
because of you
and only for you
our flesh
calmly simmer
in passion
honey and cider
days by the lake
nights by the river
on a summer of broken things
I want to be your ticket
out of the drag
you just have to whistle
I will be your companion
loyal to your feelings
loud but sweeter
like white water river
because if you want it all
I want to be all
you ever needed
By Hector L Martinez
Severn, MD
Oh, man THAT is so so sweet.
Thank You.