we roll out of
sleeping bags like monarchs
from cocoons:
so bright we burned a hole
into summer & plugged it
with laughter. how beautiful
it is to unfurl a whole season
with our tongues—
confessions crushed into sunsets;
we forget whose words
are whose
as the minutes melt like wax.
∿
our bodies honeyed
in heat, breath buzzing
like cicadas:
you & i are nothing
but a July
well spent:
weightless & one
inhale away
from flying—
i want to break
towards sunshine,
i want
to let go of your hand
this time.
i was never afraid
to push off
with my own two feet.
∿
in this summer,
i am nothing i wanted
to be
but still yours.
& i guess
i can’t complain
when your word
is final.
i know, you’re right:
maybe it’s too much too soon
to ask for a name.
to be more than
firelight smudged into ash,
a match lit by a second hand
one flutter away
from hands
dropping individual to our sides