august
by nathan l. stretches around us like a sunday afternoon honey-slow, firefly-golden there is basil growing on your kitchen windowsill peach juice staining your lips your hair corn-silk soft oh, i want your blue hour your 6 o’clock sunrise your star-strewn sky just you, you, you.
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september
by nathan l. i burn my tongue on august. she leaves me scraped raw, skinned knees, bare- handed; no salvation in the crush of her palms. but the summer fades (as it does) & september brings cool wind to my aching body. among orange & gold i relearn how to breathe & on foggy mornings i could fall & fall & never hit the ground. (crossposted to instagram july 31, 2019)
transcript: july, july by nathan l. in another universe / july glints off the river. / maybe we unfurl in the afternoon sunlight / the heat not crushing but nectarine-sweet. // we let the water wash over us like a baptism / & forget the things we have done to ourselves. // imagine us tender / softer / kinder than we ever could have been. // here, the world is fern-green and golden / and there is love so full / our hearts ache. // |
AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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