s p i n n i n g

the earth spun
at such an angle
as to cause you
crashing
into me
and as the sun rose
your shadow grew
like a cold breeze
blowing over me
and for a time
we wound our rhythms
together; two cicadas singing
in the sap
but the earth’s rotation
was soon too much;
it dizzied us
our love dried up
you took a step back
and the sun hit my face
like a slap
my bare skin burned raw
as i strained to watch you
walk away
too hot to the touch
too easily influenced
by every passing dark spot
my antennae retracted slightly in
i’m fragile, but strong
and i know how to live long
yet transitions like this
take several spins 
to catch on