Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

You skated through quickies this winter,
blades slashing my back. Come summer,
slow down, remove your soccer cleats
before making love tomboy.

Love's labour's lost, three summers teem,
Navarre craves Aquitaine.
The brain's sworn chastity's a dream,
The heart cannot abstain.


Late response (use above for Choo-Chooing):

For eons we have waited,
while the seasons fossilized.
Leaves of our lives composting,
fodder for microbes - we lie.

The seasons quantify our time,
Superfluous or primal.
The eons braid sleaze with sublime,
While worlds of peace turn tribal.