I was living certain and sure
of the future I desired
A house by the water
sea air kissing my eyes
before I brave the morning paper

A figure framed in a gaping doorway
watching freighters skim the horizon
Rest my coffee cup on the fence
slide a nail down this foriegn envelope
draw the perfumed letter from within

The paper see-through 
like her summer dresses
My fingers beneath it
don’t do justice
to the gentle tan of her skin
or the constellations 
of those freckles

"They’re building bonfires
down in the city park" she writes
"I’m jealous of that fire
and that flame
I think of the fireworks
that only we saw
I recall those fireworks
with a dampness in my eye

The realness of the fantasy 
we’d be painting daily
between the thighs and sighs
and all the magic we brought forth
when our bodies were so alive”

Signed off with red lipstick
and the creases of her mouth
it's suddenly not so obvious
why I made my home here
It's suddenly so unclear
why I made my home here

And I look out to see
they’re building bonfires 
down on the beach 
O, I’m jealous of that fire
and that flame

How I long to feel
the creases of her lips
pushing hard 
against mine...

[2020]