I.

Ruby ladybugs

voyage across the kneecap,

languageless movement.

II.

Under the Southern

sun, we rest burnt and longing

for glacial solace.

III.

Porch swings, lightning bugs,

sticky kisses on flushed cheeks

stay on forever.

IV.

June is far sweeter

in the company of your

heartbeat, quickening.

V.

I like me better

caressed by sunshine, honeyed

a soft golden bronze.

VI.

Take your time, autumn.

I still want easy living

and summer and him.