FOR THE SUMMERS WE DID'NT HAD

This is the third night of lightning storms

I thought the sky would have grown tired by now,

of gnashing its teeth with a white cackle

summer is a dance i never learned

everyone else does it so well

but i hold my breath until autumn

can catch it in her cold fingers

the heavens aren't weary yet

they test my window panes

but i don't mind-

It's the heat that steals my sleep:

the harsh sun that scatters my shadow

it wants to know too much:

each freckle, every inch of skin

that should be tighter

each time i threw a t-shirt over my excuses

each time i ran from a possibility

I refuse to be seen unless i know 

the eyes will be kind

and maybe this is why the clouds

haven't been calm in three nights:

summer is a hot- mouthed hound

at my  blushing heels and the sky

is drumming me out of my shadows