It's Raining When He Runs Outside -
lighthouse boy dances in green boxers – backyard suddenly a sea where he shines saccharine wet – (the sky is crying too) – we are 18 and my hands are still warm from the soufflés at our rendezvous – still thinking – romance is tricky and soft sweet – like cream on his upper lip, four hours ago – and now, the curve of his eyes – gentle hollows of a man, waiting, dangerous, alive – skinny dipping is smart until my playlist hits the ground with his shirt – lorde plays boom boom boom boom with my teeth – heart hammering to the time of his laughter – (if the sky was falling, it would look to you) – temptation is an open gate, is the path of water – trees bend and shake – thunder cracks but you stay – in less clothing and lesser light – in the tide flooding ribcage – there you are – lighthouse boy! – with a striped grin – singing along to words which mean surrender in his language – come home in mine – it’s good – it’s sacred – it’s summer.
Alec Verse is a queer Indian poet with good intentions and velvet eyes. Their first chapbook,A Modern Muse, came out last August and their next one is in the works. When they are not writing, they are crying, attending college in Ohio, and talking to their ex-lovers.
My twitter is @alecverse and my tumblr blog is https://www.xverses.tumblr.com .If there's any way you could attach a link to my chapbook, A Modern Muse, that would be wonderful too - it's https://payhip.com/b/f3Rz