June bugs bump against the glow of your thighs Blue filaments buzzing under white glass skin In the dark they are long low florescents barely making it brighter And I wish you'd open your matching eyes.
We lean against the stones of Spring
Great grey rocks, sunwarmed of any shadow
Ebenezers that eternity has come this far
and we've kept apace.
And in Autumn we'll find black stones
saturated with cold
our skin will drink from them
like Moses' desert rock.
The wax of lipstick has sunk in Pink elegant a woman again Over boyshirt over bluejeans over boy company The lipstick stripes bright and pink "I like your lips" Bite to see What's changed between peach and pink