july lightning bug
windshield smear
like a memory from kidhood
endless gloaming
never night
the sounds then too

that’s what it felt like
when you touched my hand
when you sipped my beer
in Texas

bashful bodies
electric and soft
in the night

your smile
the smile of ten thousand
wise red suns
showing just for me

i would have called LA and
quit right then
lived under that roof
with you forever
in the dust
asking nothing
of one another and
kissing cuz we couldn’t not

can you recall those lights we saw in the desert
moving like ghosts across the sky
are those lights like our love

constant and true?

in a dream
in a whisper
i heard you say

i heard you say
maybe this house
is that house too


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