AUGUST 19 SOMETHING

Lisa Kathryn Perry
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

Late August night favorite words my deep secret cerulean

Waves fighting with the sky next part mirror mirror I hear

Cicadas how they bind and wind their songs around me keep

All my dreams intact the straight jacket of their sound so sweet

Crickets send sharp bleats hard questions lassoes of sound

Memory vision touch they sling out notes catch me

They rub their knees together how dare they stop stop

We don’t do that but I feel your hand between my legs oh

Sounds of cars pass by soft low music heavy bass my private

Heartbeat hard how thunder begins I merge with it look up

At your face a raindrop makes a funhouse mirror of your face

The air dichotomous quiet frenzied electricity slicing through

Puffs of sky air each soft breath another hope of softness now

I go past this moment I smell the grass already damp beneath me

Your sweat an airplane courses through the sky I miss the moment

Just before I lie down beneath you I look up a different sky copper

A cicada lands on my left breast green oil slick still robotic I

Look into ancient eyes they gaze at me I search for yours next

You pluck it from me I moan your name I feel your hand there

I think I’ve changed I’ve changed I’ve changed so much now what

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Lisa Kathryn Perry

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I dream words and then I write them down.

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