The blistering heat
take it in
my skin basks in the day
The cracking of my knuckles
The splitting of the streets
beneath my feet I do confess I have a thing for you
But I must stay me for me
Tilted back 90 degrees up to the sky
90 degrees into the shade
sweat down my thighs darling
A glass of lemonade I made with sugar
And care and the frizzing of my hair
A crushed lemon a crushed finger
Twisted sunlight pre-summer flick