a gooey sun pools 

in the honey pot of a mouth,

runny, 

dripping

into the molten south.

love verbalized first through a choke 

coastal palm to eastern oak. 

overheated honey now solidified 

peach sunlight licks martian thermal tide. 

plasma sweat in a copper wire throttle 

orange mentos in an open Fanta bottle. 

sun looking down on red siren sighs 

mars looking up at street lamp eyes. 

legs stretching into a morning then night 

taxi metal not slowing down at the light. 

northern cardinals winging dull beats 

breathes heaving out deep, bloody heats. 

tongue sketching an august shaped muse 

oh, to tumble again under clementine hues. 

fireflies and red clay stuck in teeth and nails

smiling at west coast salt 

and 

California 

poppies.

Trinity Saxon