an underground magpie

Love is a fit subject for summer sport.

Ask the movies, ask my motives
for two hand touch and go,
the latest She believes this, too.

fun in the sun and the sheets,
poems written while drunk,
tongues and folk music in the park.

we are both ghosts in the night,
gone in the morning after just two weeks
of necking. 

And that's okay, love can be limited.