I sit sideways
I bite my cheek
Watch my pink skies fade to black through the window
The sunflower’s faces turned down
I turn inside myself when the night comes

It’s a subtle ache
The air is light with chlorophyll
The moon is asleep tonight
I sit alone
I still bite my cheek

Our thighs pressed
I laugh
I touch your arm
The wedge of a strawberry moon in the distance
Yet I bite my cheek

The air is heavy with humidity
Your tall grasses whisp my legs
I bite my cheek harder
Pink pools in my stomach
I choke on my words

A strip of white plaster
234 miles thick
Pink starlit skin
Your strawberry mouth
Sweet sunflower hair
I have to bite my cheek

I sit waiting
Wishing to watch my hot white sunrise through your window
Flowers bask in the rose gold sun
I unfold in the moment
Bathing in your citrus air
I keep biting my cheek