Harm

The lyre burnt asunder
swallowed into laughing clouds
one strum on the heart string
another kiss in summer's love

sing into the warm night
melodies of sweet surrender

lost in the trees
like southern moss

wilted in the morning dew


take another drought
and bare your breasts

late season
read in the leaves
harvests in the frost


and someday you'll understand
the loss

in the senseless phrases tosses on the wind

in the end
you'll know I meant  more good
than harm.