August failed early with bathers in its mouth

which means either: I never really loved you, 

or either: I never loved myself.

And the leaves will fall, or they won’t

and the bathers drown, or don’t

and the sun will spread her hips in the sky

for shorter and shorter  periods

with no-one to hold her at night.

I said no-one to hold her at night.

And God won’t return my calls

no-one catches the light as it falls

when I try, it scorches my hands

leaves blood where it lands.