you are
packaged and neat, impressionable
too deep in me, as if
never removed,
hostage

summer
burns and dissolves me, forces lust
into the open; I sweat
and you see it
with shame

we are
two, not to be confused with two
together, since we are
two apart, just
two souls

but then
when you aren’t yourself, and yet
more so than usual, you
kiss me sweetly
softly

you burn
as i do; clean through, sensitive
and raw, just two touches
of me and you
sigh slow

summer
packaged and neat, impressionable
and raw, just two touches
kiss me sweetly
with shame