Midsummer, Tobago

Midsummer, Tobago

by Derek Walcott

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

White heat.
A green river.

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

Days I have held,
days I have lost,

 ~ ❇ ✾ ❈ ✾ ❇ ~

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.

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Summer (a love poem)

Summer    (a love poem)

by Frank Lima

I wanted to be sure this was our island

so we could walk between the long stars by the sea

though your hips are slight and caught in the air

like a moth at the end of a river around my arms

I am unable to understand the sun your dizzy spells

when you form a hand around me on the sand

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

I offer you my terrible sanity

the eternal voice that keeps me from reaching you

though we are close to each other every autumn

I feel the desperation of a giant freezing in cement

when I touch the door you’re pressed against

the color of your letter that reminds me of flamingos

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

isn’t that what you mean?

the pleasure of hands and

lips wetter than the ocean

or the brilliant pain of

breathless teeth in a

turbulent dream on a roof

while I thought of nothing

else except you against

the sky as I unfolded you

like my very life a liquid

signal of enormous love we

invented like a comet that

splits the air between us!

~ ✥ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✥ ~

the earth looks shiny wrapped in steam and ermine

tired of us perspiring at every chance on the floor

below I bring you an ash tray out of love for the

ice palace because it is the end of summer the end

of the sun because you are in season like a blue

rug you are my favorite violin when you sit and

peel my eyes with your great surfaces seem intimate

when we merely touch the thread of life and kiss