sit there on the rooftop in the dulling summer heat against the golden sun rays as you strum on the guitar, orchids behind you, watermelon slices on the plate. you wink at me and i giggle, and you sing i'm on fire because you know it's my favorite, it makes my soul thrum to the same frequency that your voice does. let us do it again, light this desire, i'm on fire.
YOU ARE READING
RECTIS CORDE LAETITIA
Poetrythe moon mirrors the pallor on my face and i sit here retching songs into stone for you
