Rosetta stoned

You are Gaelic

beautiful, mystical,
lyrical, recognizable,
incomprehensible,
not easily translated

Yet I love to listen
to your rhythms with
heart, soul, eyes

you are a romance
language I can always
listen to, try to read,
knowing no matter
how much I read and
hear, I could never
be truly fluent in you

Heat you don’t want to beat

Summer is when you most
think of her, want her
hot, sultry, at times stifling

melting into yourself, sweat
trickles into places that spark
imagination, irritate, perturb

undeniably sensual, cursable,
so memorably bemusing

she will return, as always, the
bittersweet equinox of her