southern porchlight
poem
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)
BrookeMakesThings4d ago
Obsessed with the imagery you're provoking here. I especially love "stoplight bugs"!
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