Her:
laugh a lot at parties,
a peal. a peal. a peal.
layers to throw over December,
muffling
meridian lining
none here
save amusement cavernous
enough to quiet in.
no sun for shadows, no buckets for water,
just the pale of my back
a tiny little moon
waning.
tip my chin up,
a peal. a peal. a pe(t)al.
your flowers in my throat,
d(r)ying.
Him:
