Summer

Almost summer,
The air with the faintest breeze,
From the ocean,
I’m inland,
It hardly reaches me.

And I think about how you feel inside of me,
Laying next to me,
Sticky skin,
Folds of tender labia damp with come,
Whispering the smallest words I know,
Drooling onto your shoulder,
All the words that I miss….
That I miss you.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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