May 7, 2012

Summer Heat by Larissa Nash

I cannot hear cicada-song;
the morning is silent, funereal--the air
smells of stargazer lilies
and heat--summer heat--
somewhere secret, stars sigh and burn;
I feel their echo, the whir of Earth
in pomegranate wine--
I taste like crushed rubies--sigh; burn--
another year, spent in silence, a secret
on my lips:

I love you; I love you; I love you.

Larissa Nash is an alumna of Loyola University New Orleans, and she currently resides in Austin, Texas. Her work is forthcoming in Dinosaur Bees and Fortunates. Please visit her at:


  1. The words are utterly beautiful. I wish I'd written this!

  2. Words as lush as the longing. Lovely!