ACADIA
august!
,and the sun is low
the Great Orange Swell of late summer's autumning at 5pm hangs over us like Bad News
your shoulders are bare
(i imagine saying something like
“please take off my dress later,” but
the last time i heard you speak was over breakfast
)
you said I Am Not A Bad Man!
i said That Remains To Be Seen!
overestimate me in the low-sun summer at 5pm
whisper Three Hundred Something More!, i will not understand you
lie very still let me put my body onto you
,hear Forget This Place! It Is Just Us Now!
,, Pledge Allegiance To Me!
this coast “Acadia
... Our Love/”
