Thursday, July 19, 2018

It's still Cancer season

Much.

Under the soft glow of midnight moon
I think of her,
and news reports of bone dry fields burning,

as do I.

 with want and a kiss,
but she is sleeping sound,
across town,
in the bed where we slept
    apart
and nothing touched
but a freckle
and
I feel as though
I stifled the lone ember.

1 comment:

Natalie LeGrande said...

more than a lone ember and not stifled.