Four Seasons

PART I

Cupid’s bow spoke to me

Its Honduran mahogany

Cut piece by piece

And carved into shape

Etched with a design

It held me

And carved itself

Into my chest

With a kiss

Upon my racing heart

And held breath

It told me

To think that

For a moment

We were together

Pools of sparkling summer mud

Empty green and blue

We were hotter with the season

It got worse when I looked at you

We were searching all night long

Observing cloudy skies

I turned to smile, but stared instead

When I found the stars in your eyes

You held my hand

And counted to ten

The world was at my very

Untidy, uneven

Fingertips

PART II

Push right and pull left

I tugged our summer away

Fall was all we had

The wind made me long

For the skinny arms

Of my modest mahogany

Arms like sticks,

Clumsy twig fingers

Intertwined

Until the wind comes

PART III

We stared into the sun until it turned white

The glow was dull

Then it was cold

And the water froze

And turned brown