I am a runner,
you’re the mercenary with pockets stuffed full of pictures.
I am a vintage watercolour a beaded sweat,
you’re the subtle brushstroke technique adored.
I am a hem line memory from 1873,
you’re the sunburn licking at these two knobby knees.
On the 1st day of June. I want to make love to you.
under the sunshine. Let’s pretend. summer already came and went.