It was an eye-catching, throat-tingling greeting
And palms following the intricacies of the nerve
Lines shooting their Morse code along.
Surreal urban hedonism bleached stains,
Which served out colors, voices, patterns,
A nightly dish of love riddles ushered on the sheets
To eat among the godly sphinxes.
The answers faded in the sailing leaves,
Bereft of any cargo but for ghostly summer
Of sunlit patches on the ailing grass
And butterflies entangled in the heavy scent of honey.