Pilot Light

For: Rémy

Feels like a firework

firing away

a nuclear

iv drip

night and day

ever since 

i saw 

your flickering flame

Feelings from July

coattails and the

start of rain...

a merengue pulse

with fireflies 

and debris

that fell 

our way

Drops of sweat

sweet upon the cheek

emptied of

a caress and torn

free at the breast,

a corsage of petals

burst in palpitation,

and fear of old age

The waning of 

the moon

into something

altogether unknown

anciently 

divined and

somehow

new

©

4/25/20

Bunny & Mavia Villaire