For the end of summer,

it seemed to never come
but its approaching
so i sat in the growing stale grass
and i awaited it

it crept upon my bare feet
and towards my bitten knees

i endured the chill i haven't felt in some time
savoring the ice on my steaming body

everyone knows what i speak
yet they release my white noise

they can read deeper if they tried,
they can read longer if they tried

while i awaited
i stood on my feet
and stepped onto a leaf

oh,
how i missed that sound of shattering veins
but its still too early

and it crunched softly at first
then made a sound
that resembled nothing
but the reflected rain on city streets

tough on the outside
but fragile once split open,

just like you and i.
just like you and i.

For some kind of magic,

you could melt the polar ice caps with the fire in your fingertips
letting the steaming water drip down
and singeing the skin.

you could move mountains with the weight you carry on your shoulders
and crashing down will come the remains of what you shatter,
piercing the skin.

the potential you have to destroy astounds me
taking me aback
and waiting too long to catch my breath again.

you could kill,
you could kill with what you have tucked so conspicuously
up your sleeve.

i'm on to you,
oh i am.
yet i'm caught in the middle of your game.

For the surprise ending,

two bodies entangle
desiring a connection,
resulting in distraction.
sweat drips
voices sound off the paper thin walls
and in between the sheets.

this will breed love,
this will breed love.

the skin itches to become one with the other
and the hearts pump red hot blood
into the mirrored chest.
eyes locked together
staring deep as possible in the shallow pupils.

this is only lust,
this is only lust.