he smells like sunblock
like tanning lotion & summer
she calls him "sunshine"
but he'll never call her "babydoll"
no matter how much she asks
he's a flower in spring when the dew just dried up
& the grass is warm & soft and you lay down & just
but she's the cold, hard rain that wakes you up &
soaks you to the bone &
makes you catch a cold.
she keeps him frozen in winter &
he melts her bones every summer,
together they're like
autumn & kill the