Heavy Love

It never seems

that the moon aligns

and chakra stones

never feel right

this summer seems

to be a waste-

there's a cloud 

in your mind

and astrological signs

are never in place

we fade through bars

and share our scars

you taste of lemons

and fill me with hope

being a mess 

in your front yard

bug bites count our sins

everyone needs a place like this