erroneously self-reminded of proust

i hope to god this is a rough draft.

summer teaches how to forgo

summer teaches

how to forgo

what one loves

best:

turn the salt-touched

skin,

the crusted

lip

to benediction--

one sends up

the high gloss

of summer evening

as a paean to rain.

it is

sweet

to beg

in memory

for the scent

of wet asphalt

to linger,

for the water-soft

bark-of-trees scent

to stay

on the still wind

of impermeable

summer night,

the manifested scent of rain

a memory

of what rolling time

took--

until not the scent

but the plea

becomes rain's

representative.

my darling,

press your memory

hot

like living wire

to mine.

i have lived

once

in you

and

my life

is now complete,

recomplete,

resown,

rereaped,

the hovering shapes

of the earth

and sky

remade

as

your face

and earth

and sky

nowhere

to be

seen.