seasons of desire

what season is this?
where fear’s scalpel stabs at the heart

& breath struggles
at the back of my throat

a month ago 
warm winds scented with laughter

tumbled through the rose garden
and we loved without fences

a month older
beneath the cold face of the moon

stars stretch out
like the glow worms we saw one night

a galaxy of fossils
under my skin

and I confide 
in the darkness

desire has made migrants
of us all