by Ilya Kaminsky
You step out of the shower and the entire nation calms—
a drop of lemon-egg shampoo,
you smell like bees,
a brief kiss,
I don’t know anything about you—except the spray of freckles on your shoulders!
which makes me feel so thrillingly
alone.
I stand on earth in my pajamas,
penis sticking out—
for years
in your direction.
Copyright ©:
Ilya Kaminsky
Last updated April 03, 2023