Summer
sweet intersections
where
language disappears
and the waters
rise and fall
orange humming
silences tattooed
on my tongue
sit there
and wait
the story
will come back around
like spring
etched onto black
and white
and gray
see,
smell,
touch
all left
to be
desired
sweet intersections
where
language disappears
and the waters
rise and fall
orange humming
silences tattooed
on my tongue
sit there
and wait
the story
will come back around
like spring
etched onto black
and white
and gray
see,
smell,
touch
all left
to be
desired