frogheart

once pushing through tall grass, the old prairies half lost in time, we were together. the sun was in our eyes- summer upon us like a warm hand sewn blanket, sweat dripping- careful & precise. the prairie still remembered itself- at this, i am surprised looking back now. the buildings overshadow these places but nonetheless they still know more. the sunflowers climbed high. we weren’t alone anymore. it was a warm summer, that year, & we walked in rainstorms passed midnight, made love long past dawn- no longer worrying about day. those days were measured in one another’s lips, thick as honey, & just as swe