Campfires and Quasars

by Mike Jewett

After we fucked
Ides of March behind us,
Your mercury eyes glowing
With flashes of heat lightning
Quicksilver grin on your face,
Lips like sighs,
Sprawled naked on salty sheets
Heavily purring
Smoking a Camel,
Your musk creeping up on me,
Your smoke curling up,
Clouding the room, your thoughts.
Solstice soul,
Equinox heart,
Hair dark and heavy as summer nights
Filled with fireflies, campfires,
And quasars,
We exchange atoms
As your Hepburn neck
Swans your head back
And you cover the stars with smoke.


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