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I would lock summer in a nunnery
I would lock summer in a nunnery,
Return unopened her invitations for the wind to kiss my terrifyingly bare skin.
With no respect for privacy,
Unexpected assassins like wildflowers
Expose my uncovered shoulders to
My fantasy lover’s heat lightning whisper.
His too intense caress of my bare feet
A tease from the hot grit of a sidewalk
She laid before me.
Her wet sand Brandenburgs,
Her urticating ocean embraces
Siren reminders of what he will not give me alone.
Indoors, I try to conjure him with hot coffee,
And drown her in the brook of my winter blankets.
