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.
