will you chase the summertime skies
with me
breathing in deeply of that
succulent promise
of everything that never comes

together we can
split the deck
and play at chance
testing our own resolve
as we aim for
the ace of spades
or the seven of hearts
to come and save us

and as we dance
our quiet waltz
on the cascading leftovers of
you'll whisper the secret
of tangerine scented joy

so that together we can chase
the sandy dreams
that they promised would come

[but maybe that's
more than a
casual acquaintance
can ask of you]