hot, hot, hot
moments spent in Eden, a lake
and an old fashioned ghost
to haunt me until the weekend.
we're naming plants this week
and sleeping in their leaves.
we're choosing to be animals
of which we named last week.
gilded in trees and smiles.
anxious pears, flesh blossoming
hot weeks and disturbing
the surface of waters with our feet
when you call me your boyfriend
and drip feed words as if submitting
i blossom too and my petals float
skyward.
