I met him in October and we talked about June,
haggling words, dreaming us.
More crazy every day, more loving every day.

We sweated blood in January and we broke our bodies walls
just in time to see the flowers bloom
in spring.
Five degrees outside.

We rewrote átoms and swapped carbons.
Feeling, kissing and opening ourselves.
August between my legs.
February the 30th in your head.

I fell asleep in your chest.
Absorbing Paco Rabanne.
Glidding Carolina Herrera.

I woke up exhausted in November.
Just in time to paint the moon nails.
Midsummer's quarter crescent.

December between my legs.
Summer in your head.