rough fingertips

brush my shoulder

lights flaring overhead

broken bulbs on country roads

his lips are there now

on the edge of my lips

back behind the pines

where his dog would run wild

we flipped a coin and he won

(it all tasted like midnight)

and kisses left on bedposts

i didn't know they grew this here

sighs and whispers on blades of grass

rough stubble in soft places

the hoot of an owl a song began

eclipsing these mountains

i forgot to leave breadcrumbs

through the woods of this dark

lost in the sound

of the beat of your heart

where i toss and turn on violets

in a sleeping bag with you