Jeremiah said, “The harvest is past,
the summer is ended,
and we are not saved.”
It’s not that the nights are so long,
But the days so short.
It’s the reason charred beef fat sprinkled
Still tastes good to the vegetarian,
Even if it insults their soul.
They will say, but it’s true. The same reason
A man quivers next to woman,
Wanting the mineral taste
Of her skin as he smells her hair
The nights are easy. The darkness
can’t get any blacker.
But the sweet sunlight.
No warmth will ever fill your bones
Like it did when you thought you had
All the daylight saved.