I was just being ironic when I told you
that I loved you.
the way your flesh lit beneath the yellow stars
casting moonlight shadows under your eyes
illuminating your lips’ lust twitches
that made me shiver.
of fingers sliding together
and toes touching frozen to warmth.
my heart skipped blipped and slowed.
you whispered in my ear
“this is only for tonight”
and I knew
that you were just being ironic
the way your jaw muscles clenched and unclenched
nervously waiting for my response.
we laid in the summer grass while the dew
collected on our summer skin
while we watched the summer sunrise hand in hand.