May

I'm waitin' on my summer day -
she's hummin', smokin' and steamin',
and if we could see what she was smokin'
it'd be a Newport short.
 
She's got haystack hair
and gnat eyelashes,
and curves like a river.
 
I'm waitin' on Miss May -  
she gon' wrap me up so strong,
 
and let me sweat out all the wrong
while she carries me right
 
to the moon-glazed waves
of the blue buzzin' night,
and that river gone black;
that T-shirt gone tight,
 
all soaked -
kissin' my ribs,
clingin',
 
I says let the mosquitoes nip.
I'll spend lifetimes on the bank
with May,
just singin'.