Summertime Clothes

Sweet summer night and I’m stripped to my sheets, it’s winter now and my furnace creaks. The clock seems busier and manic, racing me to some sort of finish. A voice from the clock says you’re not gonna get tired–my bed is a pool and the walls are on fire. Chills from my fingertips down your back make you shiver and me smile. I sit back and let us breathe. You can’t help but smile and I’m so relieved. Let’s slide to the street, I want to walk around with you. It doesn’t really matter, I’ll go where you feel. Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal. The breeze is now a chill and the leaves twirl, following us down the street. Walking around in our summertime clothes, nowhere to go while our bodies glow. You pull me, we walk in tangents attached at all times. Too much on my mind, that it spills outside…Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep.

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