Last Summer

The outer corners of the playground dissolve in the mist,

The line between reality and dreams blurs beyond comprehension.

You and I frozen together in tableau.

How do I tell you

That in my dreams I always wake before we touch.

Sometimes when I see sparks from a socket

I get the irrational urge to put my hand out

To feel the silvery fire.

But never again.

Your touch is already trailing sparks up and down my bare skin.

I know I'm a stupid girl and a shallow one too,

But how do I tell you

That in my life I have never felt anything

As deep or as strong,

As what I feel for you now.

So take my heart

And take every drop of the blood it pumps

It was only made to love you anyway.

And take all the rest of me too

I am already drowning in my love for you.