Until the very end
of every summer
it is easier to remember
or even to pretend.
Pretend that I have a body
where I could always belong -
that never once faked it was strong
to try to spare me.
Much less spare me the pain
of being a wild, warm forest
constantly put to the test
of the bold, wandering kiss
from a storm of steady rain
never afraid of my abyss.
08/04/2021
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