LUX

This tender iridescence 

slips spills

through knitted fingers,

snags and splinters 

in prism eyes, 

pools and puddles 

lambent mess

all over your mattress 

What are we gonna do with all this light?

SWELTER

This room’s got too many fissures in it

I can feel the night panting 

Buck Moon breath salt hot

We just found the blankets 

But we don’t need them 

Too busy to bother

Untangling the sheets

Too busy

Counting stars 

Counting freckles 

Making constellations out of both

Too busy 

Tasting burnt summer 

On each other’s skin 

Kissing the pink places

Where it stings most

Too busy

Learning this new dark 

Forgetting to close the curtains 

Tonight there’s Capricorn in the sky

We can patch the plaster tomorrow