speaking in

hymns of surrender, i

wait for july to come

and swallow me in its

slick brown heat.

when the vendor on the

corner talks of

crushed red ice and

chocolate or vanilla?

then we're dancing

into the grimy

streets while

sunburned children play

loud games and

couples hold hands

tightly, not caring

about their mixing sweat.

this is the time where i

bloom like a

cactus flower and

cook my skin a

delicious golden brown so

it looks good enough

to eat and wish that

my stomach was flat enough

to wear a bikini.

this heat melts my mind

until the only thing that's

important is another

day of drinking too-sweet

lemonade in the shade of

the oak tree and

one last night of

listening to the crickets

chirping in discordant

harmonies outside my window.

i want it to last an

eternity of forevers.