Deepest Shade of Green (500th poem!)

the days are long and clean

                    and hot.

they skip a bright blue plane.

the evenings unfurl for hours

with tongue of lavender flame.

     and after this is said

                                                    and done

 would I repeat it again?

to simply have been here with you

is the volta, the refrain.

but that is not enough for me,

and, baby, it never will be;

for how can I possibly go on

                                                   without you

                                            here with me?

I want to fold you up in me

                             and give you time to sleep.

I want to be your sun, your moon,

                    your deepest shade of green.