We've been sleepless for nights,
made slaves to the heat
that keeps us at bay
with endless retreats
to rain – summer storms!
come pillaging through,
soaking us, threatening
to drown me and you.
We're helpless, sprawled out
beneath mile-high trees,
mocked by the sun
and the touch of our knees
as we bend – we surrender! –
spinning webs in our eyes.
Caught between first kisses
and sweat-sticky thighs,
we make plans in strange tongues,
crushed soft in our hands
(monarch's wings) buried
in six feet of sand.
And on a star-spun night,
breathing sweet ocean air,
fingers crossed, lips pressed tight,
maybe we'll disappear…