August
He touches me like gold and I'm thinking about
Christmas in the dead of summer heat
Our skin glistening, sweating as if we had nothing
Left
Spooning sweet watermelon into our mouths and
Suddenly I'm distracted by your sticky lips on
The nape and pads of your fingers sliding down
My stomach
Feeling like opium
High on you
Glazing in the night heavy heat

Your asleep next to me
And I'm accidentally dreaming of your death
I dreamed you wanted another
Curious head spinning g bizarre

You stared at the ceiling in your
Bed like you were watching the
Rain