Paradox

Out of her shy cocoon
it must be so laborious
in sync all day long
golden strands of niceties
hair stretching across the dreaming landscape
holding sun up and sun down
around her hot lips
churning earthly content
her murky sea-green eyes half-close
and that upturned nose fights the angle,
the camera snaps a vertical shift of light

when hidden dangers of night
spill through her untouched white breasts.
Chasing day she wears a hat of purple stars
and impish fairies dance
on the last sunbeam
north to south.
Hear her whisper into the gloom.

She's a lullaby, a baby's breath,
a mother's kiss goodnight;
hello to lovers, the wire
disconnects how boredom feels
and affects the mind
pulling her dress connecting twilight.

It must be so exhausting to be summer
and send three months of calendar days
bright skies and puppy love.
There is no one as hardworking and childish.