Summer House

Hard, rickety bed where we lay making love, hesitant, unsure.
Should I kiss you now, or carress your thigh, or smile into your eyes?
Fumbling closer in the hot, summer sunshine that pours through a dirty window.
Summer heat makes us sweat in our closeness,
making our breath ragged without exertion and our kisses swallowing fire.
Still, this place is our peace now that the world has faded away forever.
Will this day bring new life? Boy? Girl? Cain or Abel?
Make a place, a new garden, a place to hide, in this left over house
grown over with kudzu and tall, golden grass.
Summer is here now, and we are hot and sticky and wise,
but the world has faded away forever and winter is on it’s way,
even as our shame is shed like a second skin.

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