When the summer girls come out
they come out like a cloud burst
like an evolution of flowers has
inherited the Earth
the summer girls have
discarded their gray pajamas
and opted for
mountains of butterflies
they smile
like a million fields of poppies
freshly erupted into flame-colored blooms
When the summer girls come out
they wear their pain
wrapped around their wrists
they whisper the songs
of evolution
to wake the catacomb sleepers
they pour their seeping cups
of honeydew wine
over their bold faces
catching into their flawless tresses
as they dance upon the rays of the sun