Non-Erotic PoetryIn AugustIn August
In a deathly cry
Nightmares turn into dreams
A picture burns in a fire
an ash memory jilted from the brain
In August sometimes the leaves fall
Too late for a summer romance
Too early for a broken heart
In the days beyond although
Something may come so profoundly sweet
The taste of honey perhaps
or the black of death maybe.
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