Skin

She sits alone by the river in June

he sits alone at a café table.

Different cities, burned by the same sun

the same skin turning red as confetti

falling through the sky, for them.

White, blue, to red;

reflected clouds, sky, and the sea

of spectators:

watching them solely on their cherished day.

She sits alone by the mirror

he sits alone by his man

Different states, lured by the same cult

the same skin burning blue as cerebrum

considering the end, for them.

Moles, lines, to pores;

experienced sun, time, and space

for breathing:

marking them for murder on days apart.

Different cities touched by the same romance.

The same skin: raising hairs, burning hairs,

naked for someday soon.

Alone

they’ll sit in the same shade.