let’s kiss at a red light
glow overheating the sparks of black
you grace my lungs
lungs of blue and red and blue

a beetle sinks into the grass
and you notice-
you notice the crinkle in my nose when my laugh gives an echo
how my eyes begin to fall into the black when we’re laying
alone, together.

how a body grabs a body.
hungry.
its sharp. its ache.
its nectar. we’ll
build a fort and fill it
with maple trees gone gaudy
with cobalt wishing stones.
we’ll crawl inside and imagine
how maybe we used to laugh.
the hum of incandescence.
the lips we nurse begin to burn
in unrequited alleyways. We count morning                             
stars falling for their target audiences. We aren’t 
to blame for shots that pan from bare bed to window