invasive species

Peter in the summer morning sun his cool smile shaded by shadows run his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent tell me he wasn’t heaven sent Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs how I long to re-entangle myself in them. Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species? I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan. Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun, his rough laugh following something silly I’d done. There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach, when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete. . . Songs for this: What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas be mine by strongboi