Kait Quinn Poetry

Poet & Resource for the Poetry Community

Burn

Burn

August
seasons summer young love

we kissed and sparks set us glowing, our limbs live wires— unpredictable, electric. we burned like July suns, blazed like August campfires, heartstrings tendriling like smoke, fingerprints branded to thighs like hot iron. we were humid dusks, all firefly bodied, voltaic heat lightning. all this time i thought this was an endless summer when really, it was a burning.

First published in Poems of August (2021)

Artwork: “The Kiss” by Peter Behrens (1898)