To feel cold on a beach on the hottest day of the year

It didn't take long before you burned
like a slender slice of crackling, offered to me
repeatedly lest my skin and bones
crumbled into the sand upon which
you and I now lie. Betraying
our distance are my white emulsion legs,
barely able to carry the weight
of a heart, cross-stitched
with your crisped limbs under
an aching sun. Heavy with words
that will smash the scaffolding of us,
but for now we'll continue to blaze,
the way that stars appear to
light-years away.