"Hot Spell" by Amanda Oaks
for Tay
I shrug the sun off my shoulders
because the song under my skin
starts to simmer & summer’s mouth,
full of honey & smoke, is laughing,
& when I say laughing, I mean,
laughter is not a line— pick-up
or otherwise, but the horizon
circling around our bodies,
& after a few fevered drinks
it starts to flirt with the night
mare of the moon riding
in the sky & they share
their ripest secrets
to rally the stars
into an ever-living love fit
that will waltz them
on through the dawn—
so lit
with joy
that nothing
& everything
matters
all at once