Nights of June

We spent sun burnt summer
On your old porch leaning
Against the brick of your new
House. My attraction to you
As red as the inside of your
Warm mouth, as thick as
Mexican dirt wetted to a dull
Rust. We shared plums and
licked at our own stubby fingers

Our advances on the hot
Nights of June so tentative,
the air, humid and erasing its self
between our bodies as we
Reached out for one another.
Nothing ever,no never better
Than that fleeting moment, our
eyes closed and you grabbed
Me like, for once, I mattered