After all, it’s summer

A late-night music session I’m still sweating from the sweltering day I throw open the windows to let the air in On the balcony, there’s a feast with her, my last confidante She calls out to me: “Write a story about a new girl who comes into your life” I moan softly to myself with desire and imagination Yes, it could turn into a new love story If she really does come into my life There are calculators and approvers And spontaneous meet-and-greet situations That lead to a happy ending Yeah, actually, it can all work out quite playfully and easily as long as I’m ready and the finances add up Yeah, I’ll worship you Yeah, I’ll adore you Yeah, I’ll have you Like an ice cream from the kiosk easy and beautiful delicious and satisfying Yes, delicious and right there After all, it’s summer So why not? I’m treating myself to summer! Even if spring was just a tease At least now we have real summer As hot as heat and sweat in every crevice You say: Of course I’ll text you on my phone We’ll exchange love letters as often as we get together Thank you, life