Here and There

I can feel the sweat of this summer on my skin
Those sticky nights, that sticky floor.
The vegetables running through our fingers to the
     chopping board
Just a taste here and there
     -of the seeds
     -of your lips
Your eyes gleaming with a hand under my ribs
Waiting for the twirl of the knife, followed by my dress
Prancing delicately, barefoot across the warped wood
Waiting for the scratchy sounds to emerge
With the diffused elegance of a coastal sunrise
Beating through my veins, my bones, my skin, thick
     with joy and melancholy
And a little bit of color