Her need
To be held
Close against her wet neck
The taste of summer and leather seats
Tears and well played songs
Her perfume and the laundry smell of clothes
A bird repeats its protesting caw
Sprinklers intermittent
They lie wrapped around the other
Glistening lizards on stucco
Her thighs are muscular
Beads of persperation
And a haunted look in her eyes
Like a car crash playing on repeat
She wants to touch her deeper
Than tragedy can reach
All the way beneath her skin
Where uncertainty cannot dictate and only then
Head flung back and nimble neck stretched
She lets out a cry
Catching the top of trees
Like unexpected summer breeze
So far from fear
For a time, it is forgotten