Solar Wind

i smelled the sun’s
scent — fennel, sweet — her
fierce face-melt heat singing layers of rot inside me as
million degrees dissolved bitter
bones into surahs, burned
kisses on my neck,   eyelids,   hands

the hottest gust stream promised
cinnamon dust, whispering your name
moving me to molasses

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