August scorches summer
to shimmers—
sunburned shivers.
Humid, a breeze drifts
rocks over creeks,
blends into waterfalls,
evergreens shade her pinned hair.
We lie about ourselves,
miming intentions,
mirrored faces.
Reckless seclusion
holds fate in a breeze,
a practiced motion—
mouth-to-mouth,
life before chest pumps.
Her moan, her embrace
cools forest fires.
No firefighters—
heaven’s gates open.
Earth smokes, shielding
the living
from our first time.
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