keys of a piano

relax my soul

Haze subsiding

Bringing me some relieve

for this eve

The lack of smoky assault

inhale—enjoy before it settles in again

No breeze, just perfect coincidence

When I need it most

I can mold myself

to the patio cushions

soft percussion beats

pinot grigio tickles my teeth

chiming crickets

crisp, buttery popcorn melts

pressed against my tongue

texture, sound, temperature

It’s all too perfect to grasp

Piano keys tickle my cheeks

cracks in my lips exposed

lowered inhibitions, salt stinging open wounds

I crave you on this perfectly tempered eve

Now, how is it temperature like this

kisses the skin after sunset

but aggravates with sunrise?

Emotional goddess, bright and beautiful,

ruling from the night sky

provides more ease

than the warmth of a summer breeze?

Kiss me and tell me why

caress my inner thigh with reason

tongue to teeth, sucking, thinking—

I know now…

All I want is your august trace

claiming me as yours on this perfect tempered eve.