初      夏

                      你微躬着背,

                      依稀的烟雾在视线里游动,

                      我们对视,

                      被时针切割,

                      浓浓的夜又把视线粘合.

                      蝉声中漫步,

                      两颗心感觉不到初夏的风,

                      柳梢拂面,

                      看不见榴花,

                      纷纷的落在我漆黑的发中.

                      喜欢把手臂,

                      挽在你坚实温暖的臂弯里,

                      微侧着头,

                      嗅着青草味,

                      悠悠的往心里头缭绕渗透.

                      告别了池塘,

                      水面映不出你深邃的目光,

                      我的游思,

                      沉到水草里,

                      紧紧与那深邃的目光叠合.