My Own Sunrise
Thursday, July 29th, 2010
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle
Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal
You would sweat coconut milk and
I’d lie awake, restless with the heat during the night
Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise
But you’d just lie, sleeping
And so we went away in search of gentler breezes





























































