Wrapped in Vowels

If I was ever to
compare
you
to
this summer's day, it would be
because

I'd want to
play indefinitely with you.
Relaxing. We'd create
deep poetry together, deep into
the
warm night; wrapping ourselves within the
splendour of vowels, nibbling our mini
picnic of punctuation, happily serving a
life
sentence.
Lost in our lexicon, this labyrinth of love,

until we
finally found the

end. THE
END. (Okay, not the

actual end, Language:
ours will last forever, my love.)

(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018