Simple Says

My hair is blown in tangles
By the winds of change
Simple says that summer
Is to be sweet and strange
A lover’s hand,
Forbidden bliss
The chemical tang in
impulsive kiss

Smoke blooms like roses
Against black skies
Echoes of laughter
Wide, wide eyes
Their dark silhouette
My head is a blur
His head moves forward
Forward towards her

My hair is torn in tangle
By the winds of change
Simple says that summer
Is to be sweet and strange