I try to breathe but
smoky air fills my lungs,
the heat surrounds me
holds me
and attacks me,
low yellow light
highlights our
sweat-glistened skin,
I meet your eyes
for ten seconds, and
I can’t inhale,
hotter than humid summers
and scorched desserts
ten seconds
in hell, and we
we caught on fire.


Trace the Steps

hug me,
I dare you to do it again
pull me into that body
I can’t forget,

soft and sweet
stubborn and silent,

the days of summer
being wished away
on the arms of
one midnight embrace,

we trace the steps
to self-assurance,

maybe we’ll know one day
if we died too young
and missed our chances.

but you aren’t waiting
for an answer.