the sun has been shy, lately, i noticed,
as we have been to ourselves.
the cliff where we used to sit, our small feet
hanging towards the indefinite harm
of the unknown floor, i notice, too,
it has been cracking slowly
towards its own feet.

the evenings i spent these past weeks
scratching my back, my stomach, the
skin stretched across my protruding ribcage,
south of my navel and next to my left nipple,
the moon has also been shy,
as rain turns aggressive and ready
to capture a young boyish victim.

my hives have by now formed amusing shapes
they keep me company at the early hours,
approaching the blushing dawn, when
you are too shy
to spend the night.

* i do realize i’m much inspired by bin ramke’s cliff dwelling (posted just this morning). but what’s humanity if it doesn’t have traces of other people?