june muse

primeval days before the sun,

before she found us withering and quivering,

clutching our arms in the bare naked dark -

teach me a love beyond my ardent heart,

a way to feel the jagged edges

of your jawline, lit by heat and by

breathing,

bring me back to the heavy summer days,

when we shrunk beneath the weight

of her skin, glowing in the bronzed

and effeminate blood of

partition, wondering

what daylight might look like

through her glistening brown eyes.