i think of the lips i’ve kissed, i will remember these days by the swarms of...

i will remember these days by the swarms of mosquitoes that clouded around our heads, a humming halo singing the ballads of past and precarious futures. we took refuge in the trees that bent down in reverence to the warmth we made together as we talked of red things quick things needing things hurting things. i don’t know whether or not to be worried that you didn’t suggest to carve our names into them but the trees know the bugs will die out at the first chill of winter but our permanence lingers in the gaps between our teeth and fingers.