William Burns

She moved beneath me
Like a force of Nature
Fierce
   undeniable
        savage

I tell you Isis
   that boy is going to be
        the death of me

I remember you
The smell of you on the sheets
The feel of you
     slick with sweat
A parade swelling
     in the summer heat
Pounding with noise

I whisper you name
     in the dusty attic

Nothing moves

She was a night flower
     opening in the darkness

The smell of her
     fresh and raw

In full bloom
     with the pink of dawn