It’s Green When I Look at You

It’s green when I look at you.

It’s late August and it’s hot and I’m dripping

And you’ve just ate the biggest burger I’ve ever seen.

Is it gross I still want to tongue your throat?

Lover, tell me,

Kiss me in the parking lot in

   the coffee shops

In the museums

How in the world have I come to know you in a day?

I think my lips have tasted your skin before,

Your hands have been here.

Post midnight, mid morning

I know nothing, lover, but I see the way

Your eyes plead when you’re too afraid to speak.

An hour to spare,

Get your breaths in before you leave,

Murmur your wants, softly enough to swallow.

Tell me, How in the world have I come to know you in a day?

*This poem was published in Sunstroke Magazine’s third issue; Passionfruit.