With one shoulder sunburnt, hair tickling neck, tucked, pinned, wrapped away is how the sun found you.
Where I find you.
Don’t lower your eyelids, let me shelter you; I know you want to hide behind the mountains. I see that you want to dissolve into the backseat of the car, but here come the words; they betray you so swiftly, so softly.
I love you because of your shyness & in spite of it. I love you materialized and I love your shadow. It doesn’t matter that you be blended with the wheat, with the branches, with the twigs. It doesn’t matter that we picked daisies that one time, because they are all withered and you are not. You are writhing and living and breathing and if I’m not using any ampersands it’s because I know that you live in them.