for Him
Splendid overhead shone
the sun, hot
and heavy as a breath. It was
summer, high
golden summer, days of sweat
and ennui under an orb of fire.
The warmth settled into my shoulders, and the roof of your car.
It warmed the dust in the vacant field
we parked on the edge of, and the stubbly straw
that clung to my legs after I rose from my knees.
