Summer Worshipper

Let me give you this summer as a gift. It'll never come again with such hot bliss. Let me feel your pulse racing against your wrist. It'll never feel the same; we'll coexist- and in time, life will flatline and fall static. We'll live in shadows, each a nesting doll. Pushed further back from ourselves, tragic Isn't it how lifeless and banal? The future will be after this summer. Let's dovetail like well-made furniture. Burn on a campfire till the stars grow duller. Brighter by design; leave a worshipper. In me, a parched breath breathes as if for you. As if after today, all is lost, subdue.