It's summer and too warm,

sweat down my breast bone,

sweat down my back, curled shirts between creased stomach.

Cory said Come for ice cream and my tongue agreed

I was always shining when you saw me, thin layer of condensation between us.

Mouth of lemon and cherry, your tobacco smoke smiles.

And you followed me home, sitting in my garden looking at the flowers

your pinky finger crept closer to mine and we grinned