Shallow

summer:
i want to curl up in your arms and write you love songs
and giggle over the rain you left last night
steaming on the asphalt in the hot, hot morn.

let’s go build a tree-fort – your branches are creaking and dry,
and every twig snaps beneath my feet
but i know you wouldn’t let me fall, not today,
not this week.

and at night when i feel like dancing,
i want you to take my hand and pull me into the midnight air
we’ll count the stars while you leave marks across my skin –
summer, you are hot, and breathless, and sweet, in every single way.

and you know how i feel about september, my birth month,
wary and unprepared for the agony you always leave with me when you
decide to find a southernmost lover for the while;
so we don’t talk about it, no, we just dream about tonight,
and tomorrow,
and the sunset we’ll go watch, together,
today.