At the Breach of Summer
Her shoulders rise,
Release,
A little rap
id
er
Now after
I've leaned
Into her breath.
The air is threatening to tear,
A rip unleashing
Sudden tumble,
Smearings colored
Primaries,
Confused and exhilarating.
We resisted wary,
Waited years,
But now
Our pulse has fallen
Into one.
- 5/26/26
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