afternoon love affair

the summer grass

is tall as a fence 

around our bodies

and our fingers flirt 

from our arms length distance.

we stare straight up at the clouds

like a movie screen

and we laugh

like electricity

when low rumbles

creep up our spines.

raindrops

make their coy debut

and hurry faster at our applause

landing on every inch of our skin

like kisses of long lost lovers

 

 

 

 

the heat

I wake up

in the small hours

your name

on my tongue

my bedsheets

hot and twisted.

My hands burn

from touching

your skin

and the smell

of sulfur

stings my nose.

My thighs are blistered

where they

wrapped around you

and my breasts

are red and fevered.

My lips are swollen

and raw

from kissing you

and my hair is

singed

where you tangled it

in your hands.

Inside

I am slick

and molten

where you

melted me

with your

iron

desire

and my heart

smolders

in my

chest.

the arsonist

Your

words

are

shards

of flint

relentless

relentless

re

lent

less

ly

striking

against

my

shielded

heart

sparking

flames

in my

tinder

love

and the

tongues

of fire

how

quick

they catch

and

they

lick

at my soul

and they

consume

my

sane

thoughts

like

kindling.

Im

on

fire.

Im

burning

alive.

Im

a

breathing

pyre.

You

just

watch

as I

fall

in

on

myself.

day after your birthday

dont cry anymore

the shadows cant take it

the way your breath

quietly hitches

and the darkness

skulks around

not wanting 

to intrude

on your

deluge

even the monster

under your bed

covers her ears

when your tears

slide down

your breast.

stop crying

your tears

are brining

my heart

dressed for winter

the fall evening

wears a

black

silhouette cameo

of trees and mountains

against her 

cerulean clavicle

and she 

wears 

the glow

of windowpanes

scattered

across her dress

like gems.

she bustles around

and her skirts

make a breeze

and 

winter

is on 

her heels

 

beloved

i love her so much

even still

even

still

she is animated .

when i lie next to her

and we stare up at the sky 

its like we are the only

two people

in the world.

she is so beautiful

with her blonde nimbus

spread out behind her head

like an angel . 

she is still the most

glorious creation

ive ever witnessed

even with autumn leaves 

stuffed in her wounds

i just didnt like seeing

her heart so vulnerable.

we lie next to each other

staring up at the 

frozen sky

and she doesnt have to tell me

how happy she is