cicadas in the
oppressive night
there’s more water
on the outside of my
glass than in it
i couldn’t move
even if there was
a reason
there you come
strutitn’ up the walk
face glistening
in the porch light
half a six pack
dangling from one hand
and an open can
in the other
up the steps
and sitting in my lap
i can feel the heat
spilling from you
you hold the can
up to my forehead
and I feel like I
could die right there
when you lean in and
kiss me
the smell of jasmine
and the taste of honey
nearly finishes me off
glb /// “”an encounter #001”
originally published 08/29/2018
going sideways 