midsummer rain
wept onto the
tall grass
that hid all of what
we knew
was haunting us

his breath graced
my neck
& I melted and molded
into a barefoot
slow dancer
on a hardwood porch

as if he'd laced something
into
his sigh

they say poison
inhibits
a rational mind

but they tell you that
you should have
known better


than to allow your
soul
to unwind