life in the winter
is much simpler.

I cheated in July
then told a lie.

the summer is hot
but for your *** is hotter.

but I'm dumb in lust,
and in love you're smarter.

I am jealous of the sun
because it gets to touch you for fun.

I am jealous of the heat
because your knees, it makes weak.

I am jealous of the breeze
because your body, it gets to tease.

I am jealous of the summer,
because you love her
and I want to be your only lover.

after a bout of giggling,
we quietly discarded
whatever we wore

and at the other
bookend of the act
the tent unzipping

a luxury of clouds
drifting to a *****
moon full ripe heavy

And now, it seems,
I'm only here for the stars
And the moon that I hope
Can defrost my aching heart.

vast stars burst within constellations
as you're swimming through the sky.
asteroids blast by
sending you soaring into the deep dark canvas,
that is littered with twinkling eyes,
watching you.

and i know it seems impossible,
and the earth seems far away.
but if you get lost in space,
look for me and i will jump over planets,
and i will swim through shooting stars,
to bring you back home.

the sun doesn't shine in your world, and i wonder why. perhaps it's because you choose to write all your poems in the clouds.

and everyone i love gets a piece of me stretching me smaller and smaller until my love is wisps and dont have enough to knit myself a sock let alone a sweater but everyone in my life is warm and cozy swaddled in a mess of my knitted love