Draped in stark sunlight behind
A weedy growth beside
The walls of your old school we wait
On the pavement that seers looking
At a kite that nears
Oh why do I stand?
Bathed in pure moonlight under
A freezing black sky sundered
are thoughts when in the back of your
Moms old van we lay touching and
Your eyes burn more than the stab
Of your cigarette on my back
Oh how do I go back?
Swathed in a balmy sheen of dandelion seeds between
A chirruping field of Gerber daisies beneath
A cascade of glowing blue we move
With fingers barely grazing, towards
The shimmering sun that tears as I
am drenched within the sultry air
You look so cold.