as we fall

california summer

wind's stopped outside
nothing but the slap, slap, slap
of wedged flipflops against
dry, dry, dry ground
that's the only change in the sleepy
town
and it's hot, hot, hot outside
but it doesn't melt how
icy
you are
and if it wasn't too damn hot to
move
(and i swear i'm gonna rip off my
swimsuit soon and let the
world cool my burning skin
with their angry
glares just to stop the
fire)
i would probably kiss you because
your cold, cold, cold
lips
just might lift the
burns
that (don't) grace my
california skin

....................................
just finished As I Am by @Monst3rs
all. the. feels.