The Outside -
you sexy thing.
When can I feel your hands on the small of my back again?
When can your smile be the first thing I see in the morning, the next thing I kiss, upon leaving?
When will I swim through the easiness of daytime air
and know exactly where I am going,
or better yet, get lost?
My Google Maps is as dry as my -
Outside, I am yearning for you,
2pm sun I am waiting for you.
The sigh of autumn's breath so close and so warm as it was today.
Summer's tease.
I am horny for spring.
Oh great Outside,
I see you only in my dreams, and this is sad.
When will you catch my hair
and caress my soul?
Oh great Outside,
big O
gaping wound,
let me
tend to you.
~
photos on my phone from the pre-Covid times.
(in order of appearance): 1. a night in glorious summer 2019, when hugging human. 2. approaching a beach in Arcachon, one of the best days of my life. 3. Moulin Rouge, Paris, after seeing Steve Lacy at La Cigale. 4. One of my first few days after officially moving to Bordeaux, taken on my cousin's polaroid.