it started doubtful
then grew to a how to, live without you, type of summer
she was gorgeous; dress was strapless
you like apples; well, i got her number
cupid, the baby archer, taught us, hearts are harder
croon or die, all august; june, july
when foretelling applauds, the long game’s nauseous
as she ducked & dodged us; passing me by
from the far side; i’m gary larson
maybe her arm’s tired; or, her arm’s tied
denying my hi’s; for her mars, & venus apartheid
with no shortage of hope; my heart took my pulse
nope… you aren’t tired
of that, ‘not a chance, kiss my ass’ glance in her eyes
& several why’s, & sighs of, boy bye
the sound of nah, is just as sad as, awww
like when autumn calls, it demands more wine
while we’re thawed, i extend my arm, more times
i’m never shy; although it's windy tonight
she’s more aware, there’s warmth here
no wonder why, she minimized, the vigor in her stride
these come-hithers delivered her, beside my side
finally with replies to my inquiries
aspiring by spiraling; overpowering through the art of devouring
while showering her heart, with thoughts flowery & kind
like, i’m aligning me, to be the new addition to your diary
all season, she’s been reading minds, & now meeting mine, tiredly
greedy… times, feeding time
means i’m, leaving my inhibitions, idling
for someone delicious… for some nutrition
hold a nostril, then breathe in lines, of my vitamins
to accost you; wake you up & saddle in
or take a cup of flattery
& let my ladder lean, against your fortress
i’ll meet you in the bailey; lathering you in more gifts
your majesty; my lady, your presence gathers me, within your arms width
& harms left, in the moat or on the boat, far from near
truly though, i am stoked
you’re introducing you to me; this shit is weird
usually, you veer & disappear; your curve couldn’t steer
all summer, you were having none of, you & me
you were like nah, & i was like, yeah
confusing me, with these dudes who breathe
in your ear, like hot air balloons; ruining your hair
she held my chest, to confess
that’s the past & we’re not there
we’ll see if you got room for me in here
call or send me a text
yes… i said yes… i said yeah
summer's end
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