Have you ever been sun burnt

On the longest day of the year

Sixteen hours

Summer solstice

Burning up the tropic of cancer

Too much for a little dancer

Like you

Let me lay a fresh seam

Banking on a moonbeam

Circle of illumination

You're always with the hesitation

Making today longer than it needs to be

Have you ever had a black out

Just smears of color

Leaning on your lover

Twisted in the covers

With whomever that may be

Light fills your room early

The shortest night seems so blurry

Have you ever been sun burnt

On the longest day of the year

One of those days

You want to get through quick

Well honey, this ain't it

Circle of illumination

Like a pistol

Pointed straight at your face

Burning humiliation

No saving grace

That's your fear

On the longest day of the year

"All young men are in a hurry" he says to me.

In a hurry for what?

(after a long pause)

"It seems I can't remember"

There's a sunset

I still remember

Particles in that humid air

Scented of soil and rich promises

Just beyond reach

Mingling and dancing on our hair

and flesh

A tinge of vodka

A splash

Of some fruit that now escapes me

Her eyes were bold

Strong

Her face, now a bit fogged

Perhaps the time and vodka

To behold! or to be held

Or the sunset

That I still remember

I’ve awakened to you

To all of you

Each piece of each part

Is poison in and of itself

Consciousness is demanding

In its pieces

More than we can bare

The ouroboros doesn’t suffer

But heals with its knowledge

I’ll give my rations of sun and water

To the seeds

Feed upon my own flesh

For the sake potential

Even the hemlock and the poppy

and the oleander

Trepidation in the clouds

Her eyes

Rolling against her spine

Droplets upon her cheeks

Memories beyond the horizon

Settling in the fog

Her shelter

Now

Is unrecognizable