Pitted fruit
The stone removed
Fingers reach through
A metal gate
Clamoring
Vehement while creatures
Blemished within
The summertime
Ablaze at both ends
Stars are lit
Wounded brightness
Drunken roll
Down a green patchy knoll
Feathered our hair
No cares where we'd go
I'm afraid
We may grow so restrained
Cut at the weeds
Yank at the leash
Ablaze at both ends
Stars are lit
Wounded brightness