Until We Burn Out The Sun
Let’s have a fast and reckless love
Let’s fall for each other too quick and too hard and say things too early but mean them in the moment we say them without caring if we’ll mean them tomorrow
Let’s spend this summer wrapped up in each other’s threads and unable to conceive of spending a moment apart
Let’s stay up too late and get up too early and take hazy drives to places we don’t know and park on the side of the road just to lay in the grass or pick berries
Let’s spend our nights reading books and doing homework and just laying together because we’d rather be busy together than busy alone
Let’s label ourselves as star-crossed lovers and makes jokes about our future like we have a past
Let’s act like this is doomed and make every moment count with fiery passion and heart-felt gazes
Let’s laugh at other couples and how they let their lust subside and then kiss hard against the nearest wall
Let’s share our deepest secrets and eat too much and not call ourselves anything other than friends even though we’re both dying to be more
Let’s stay together until the sun starts setting earlier and our skin stops turning dark from it’s amber glow
Let’s part ways even though we can’t bear it to preserve this perfect memory this perfect summer together
And then at the last second
If this is what you really want
Let’s turn back to each other and accept that this can no longer be a doomed passionate love but one of comfort and knowing
And only then
Let’s love each other until we burn out the sun
Right now I want to be in Arizona.
Or anywhere in the sun.
I want to be close with someone.
I don’t want to be dating, and yet I don’t want to be casual.
I want to be whatever that magical in-between area is.
I want to like him and I want him to like me and I want us to be comfortable around each other. I want us to hold hands when we walk around. And I want to be twirled around and kissed. I want to jump up on him and ruffle his hair.
I want it to turn into something if that’s what’s right and stay the same if it’s not.
I want to stay up until the suns up because we find each other genuinely interesting.
I want it to be easy, no pressure to impress the other person. I’ll be me and you be you.
I want there to be cheap food and bad alcohol.
I want to be surprised when I least except it with nothing other than their company and maybe an awful movie. I don’t want you to think you need to woo me with fancy dates.
I think this is perfection.
A sweet and simple thing. Spring leading into summer. Laying together in the grass. Not talking. Breathing.
Passionate and soft at the same time.
Like the nerves of a first kiss mixed with the touch of a known lover.
I guess. I’m just lonely.