1.
this is my cradle;
asleep in your warm chest hair
your heartbeat a lullaby
2.
the sun hides behind
st.john in the wilderness
our lips taste the hot raindrops
3.
the fading confetti sticks
to the wet stone walls
like fallen apple blossom
4.
palms sticky from pine resin
the transparent moon
sucks the light from my fingers
5.
cycling in the morning sun
the sweet smell of popping plants
hang in the june air
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