10:47-11:59

the stealthy summer lingers long after the sun is gone.
the air, warm and sweet with the memory of the sun, hangs heavy.
i trickle my fingers through its black satin.

ghosts mimic my steps -- one-two, one-two -- like when
we are more than a little unsober and two by four aligned.
and in the dark, all i see are smiles.

(delighted-- quick--)

hushabyes billow in the trees, the trees ocean and
sway like the breeze. my feet are buoyed in pensive gravel;
gravelling in my shallow breaths,

basking in dusk. it takes a certain kind of solitude
to appreciate the danger of a warm night.
and in my mind's eye i hold you here


(to keep the blood inside).

The End

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