• June's midnight downpour intrudes

and licks my bare skin without permission the scent of worn out times

white knuckles digging into freckled skin imploring for innovation

if I could shed my skin or peel it away I would arrive redesigned

under new circumstances maybe I could learn to love myself again and then maybe I could love you too

it is only until the damage is done that I realize it is June and life is more brusque than we apprehend