AUGUST 19 SOMETHING
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
