august
by nathan l. stretches around us like a sunday afternoon honey-slow, firefly-golden there is basil growing on your kitchen windowsill peach juice staining your lips your hair corn-silk soft oh, i want your blue hour your 6 o’clock sunrise your star-strewn sky just you, you, you.
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AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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