"this,"
he says
"is ecstasy,"
with the
dawn
lingering
on his
lips –

a testament to the
previous night.

lightning
scares me like a
child and i
think that you are someone
who i'd like to
keep around –
even when
the world
pushes

you
away.

(as far
as i'm concerned,
my world
exists solely
on this porch
with you,
where the dawn
is seeping
into the
cracks
of the
weathered
wood.)