be my july
sky,
taunt me like
fireflies
on a starless
night,
just don’t promise
the sea,
and don’t fall
for me,
rather,
we’ll take flight.
rhyme
like a door
opened
slow-
the light cracks
just slightly,
a breeze enters
briskly,
the fear sets in
quickly-
so tempting to
close.
that branch hangs
heavy
over your
brow,
it’s birdless and
parched
and lacking in
bark,
yet, you spot beauty
in it somehow.
i get too eager
whenever you’re near,
i crowd your
space-
breathe in your
face,
must take
a step back
to see you
clearer.
a heart holds
hidden
but still beating where
nobody hears
a sound,
i rest my ear
flush to your chest
to feel it
pound.
i’m close enough to
taste your words
before they’ve left
your mouth,
as practice in
restraint-
i shall wait
till they
come
out.
with cracked hands
all over my
years–
i shiver just
enough
to remind me i’ve
been touched.
under
the awning,
it appeared
you were yearning
in ways could be barely
contained,
and it took but
a moment
to see moisture
falling
was not only
rain.
we stalled and cranked
the windows
down
to lure fireflies
into our
car,
then found their sight
a bit too
bright
along with the shine
of a sky full
of stars.
your eyes like
stars
glow
near then far–
vanishing into
the night,
i caught them
once..
then let them
go,
for fear of dimming
their light.
hands in the garden 
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