I heard your heart

in her voice

pulsing through tempered glass

and salty steam

your lips curled like crescent moons

and your eyes folded like desert sands

I was ice in the summer heat

(still a puddle at your feet)

9-17-18

Soft peach sunset

wooded silhouette

painted in pastel hues

A plastic moon

draped in cloudy curtains

like the fog of -a

love-stained brain

and the steam

of asphalt rain

8-24-18

Beneath your body,

I hatch

Legs spreading, soaring,

blood boiling in

hot spring pools

We soak our souls in sweat

and surrender our shells

to the swells of our shadows

7-27-18