Off Key

March has made love
and roses are flushed,
I am synced with lonely &
joy, in tune with celibacy.

April will visit and all
the love will spread,
Blooms open their eyes,
my bed marks unwritten.

June invites many moons,
and the ocean will bathe us,
My heart will be true,
as the sea cleanses lust.

Oh, summer!
Will you deliver peace
and fill my cup, please.
July drives me to meek.