July

A little poem for the lover girls

June has left me without so much as a note and now

July is here. July swimming midsummer circles

in the lazy green water. July in the passenger seat

of my Corolla. July hanging over me, her smoke-scented curls

stuck on the wet of my mouth. Heat swells.

I dream my skin is made of water lilies, soft velvet touch,

but when I open my eyes, my skin is just skin

and the flowers are floating, untouched.

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