are you summer?
or just the
flash
of something
warmer?
skin still craves its
momentary
burn,
as if
the exposed one
never learns.
abstract
cranking open
window
to let
the air out,
can nearly smell
you in the
dew,
and almost see your
smile
behind
the curtains
calling to
be let
in.
can’t watch
thunder,
won’t hear
lightning strike,
but feel them rage
in tandem
throughout
breathless night.
he brews
storms-
consumed by
the cup
then reads the
leaves
before chewing
them up.
soggy trail..
along a
dried up stream,
steers us deeper
into foggy
green
where the undead
used to
tread.
on flower
lane
trees listened
in-
to whispers
of sweethearts
midst footsteps
of past,
and though rainclouds
would gather
they’d never
last.
it’s everyday
rain-
i see reflected in
each pace
by
the
window,
in each turn
to say..
“hey.”
a rust moon taints
the stars..
shooting across
our eyes,
flakes cascade
from sky,
settling upon
tongues-
too acrid for
some.
i feel you
closer,
when we sing
together,
yet,
too often
we hum the same
lonely tune
in different
rooms.
more than the
shy girl
shown to the
world,
just thoughtful when
she chooses to
speak,
reflective-
confidently
meek.
hands in the garden 
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