southern porchlight
poem
Feb 25, 2026 · 1 min read
southern porchlight,
green haze
on a summer dark.
stoplight bugs
keeping time
with my chest rising,
and falling,
and falling in love
with your eyelids heavy,
wading in humidity.
drag your tongue
on my wrist,
taste the salt
of summer.
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Comments (10)
BrookeMakesThingsFeb 25, 2026
Obsessed with the imagery you're provoking here. I especially love "stoplight bugs"!
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