In the swelter of summer nighttime,
Collapsing on the new-mown grass,
My eyes flew into the stars where you awaited,
Your arms stretched as constellations
I could see your hands in a late rainstorm,
Spread out and clutching at the droplets
That glint as diamonds against the clouded sky,
Your tilted lips parted to drink
The earth-saturated pearls
Before they reach the ground
As they descend so rapidly.
Your eyes could be seen in the springtime,
Twin cornflowers standing against the grass,
Alone in the constance of the green obscurity
Of another flagrant field
That is too alluring for its own good.
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