two poems
you give me too much love
i’m afraid i can only keep some of it.
the excess i will spread on my biscuit
and eat for breakfast.
a love poem for summer
i.
this sun-drenched heat is the warm thought of you.
your smile, your laughter, your glance, and your touch are the beads of sweat
that i can’t keep from forming a necklace around my collar.
i cannot be cooled by the whirr of electric fans;
it’s as if you are taking all the air into your mouth and swallowing it
and beckoning me to chase after it.
{you are the fireflies i feebly attempt to capture in my hands.
you are the junebugs that swarm around my porch.
you are the buzzing cicadas and the chirping crickets i hear at night.}
ii.
when the fireworks light up the night, i imagine they are pieces of you.
your ear here, a knee there, your teeth in between;
your spread arms splayed across the sky.
the image makes my heat drip down the sticks of popsicles,
sticky and sweet.
{sticky and sweet like the kisses of virgin summer lovers
on the patch of grass across my street.
i watch them and wish and wish and wish.}