whisper of an itch

molted skin like feathers
peeled back from sunburnt thighs
motion sickness in your eyes

make-up undone by the lake up
miles beyond where we went before
abandoned buildings for mining ore

sex

in the taste of it
dirt caked to the skin
hair matted to the chin

summer fantasies
while slipping away

questions yield questions
but as I untangle myself
from foreign tapestries
my body's strong replies

that rudimental power
mundane and physical
and strangely subtle
like the whisper of an itch