Indian Summer

Stain me like lightening,
blood, heartbreak. Spread
your scent on my thighs.
Light shines through
clouds, through emptiness

onto hills which unfurl
like green ribbon. Soon,
the darkness of autumn.
Soon, the thing that made you
will unmake you to remake
us. There is no

belief like mine,
no hands like
yours. Call to me
as a crow, a blue-black
caw caw. The blooming has
ceased, but still—so much
becoming. Sigh, touch
the inside of this.

_________

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