hot suns.

breasts upon a kumquat
down from the pied-piper
in the woman’s moon, I’ve seen before

I can’t even recognize
when I rise from
the hot sun
until a dream takes
the land in sultry menace

upon the fire-flower’s
mouth to kiss.

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