Our velvety
Pitch sky, the
Color of
Fidgety secrets.
Constelations,
Space eyes.
Front porch
Wet with
the caress of gentle
Humid life.
Distant,
Thunder clouds over
Mountain crests
Prowl.
Crickets,
Dying chirp in my ear.
And
campfires,
Crackle,
Friction
and hushed throats.
Build tension,
The sweet burn
A sharp taste upon my
Tongue.
White-faded
Night vibrations.
