I confess this heat is insufferable

 

the way it bends and breaks us
into leaving things left unspoken

last night, you confessed it would be
infinitely better laying by my side
in this overgrown garden

falling asleep watching the
starry sky in my arms

in that moment, I felt that garden
trying to crawl out of our opposite
signs alive

as air inside my body fans your words
rising up into flames;

from resigning on a split pole
never failing to draw
each other in.