a hem line memory from 1873.

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.