her bare knees small
to one amused;
love-drunk as
13-year locusts
singing on the windshield
the yellow suit strap,
damp, twisted;
her sanded shoulder
apricot-round on
flattened grass,
lips like sleepy
curled leaves
a nocturnal chit-chat
of insects, other mammals;
the wind-swept water slap
at fevered limbs,
hungry fish nibbles
like skeletons scratching ankles
press of teeth to throat,
the fragrant skin smile;
an empty window witness
to their bright embrace
not meant to last;
memory indulges
an indifferent end to,
the intoxication of firsts;
reality a sooty, metallic
screen left hanging at
summer's end
