Summer is creeping upon us
With each hot breath of air through my window at night
And it wraps its humid hands around my ankles as I touch the rosy cheeks in the mirror
Sheets are useless and blankets – out of the question
Dizzy and lazy and heavy
My mind weighed droopily by the judgement of guilty summer love
That comes whisperingly back to me while the cicadas croon midnight blues
The dark navy chord of my subconscious breathes and gasps for a cooling crisp breeze
No mercy from suffocating balconies in May
Why must our June gloom be here early?
Why must our June gloom be here at all?
Summer is so close upon us, miles off the coast, it lies in the horizon and passes the time churning the deep gullet of the Pacific
This sneaking summer
Might have given you a reason to stay