in autumn I will chase sunbeams over asphalt cherish still the way they spill so softly over the contours of my skin while winter stills then falls upon

I will kiss some stranger (so sweetly) below some rain-spilled star light when all the world is blurring and still dancing

press the memory of their lips to my own in moments when I need to smile most

I will take my freckles to my melongrapher and she will count them (kindly) then tell me I’m a constellation of concerns a medical bill in waiting glimmering over summer-dappled skin

I will burn curses by candlelight below the shadow of some blood moon dance garden and trembling (and breathing) and tangle up a heart that’s been tame too long

I will catch the eastern line past mangroves (and tidelines) I will make conversation with the conductor promise to buy a ticket after

I will reminisce on chasing sunbeams in a smile heaven in a heartbreak on the dance of your kiss (the tenderness) as dawn light spills southwards over the asphalt and the moment is but a memory held so kindly after it’s gone