Me gusta lamar las chispas de nuestro amor
Quiero volverme siego con tu luz.
This was the summer I realized I had time. So much time that it hit me it was still spring. You cried when I had told you I wanted to die young. And through your patience and grace, you held a mirror to me and I saw that a long life of mine would be worth living.
This was the summer the apartment got bigger and the money got taller. The air conditioning didn't work that first month and all we did was fuck and eat and laugh and cry. We were addicted to the heat. You taught me how to calm my nerves, how to take myself less seriously. I taught you how to take it like you own it and give it hard. We had to shock ourselves into relaxing. Splash cold water on the face, breathe deep and reset the circuitbreaker.
I remember the time you came at the crescendo of the M train. We had the door open with the wind coming in—but it wasn't enough. I'd sip wine on the balcony and see you through the looking glass. I couldn't help but think of the future. My naps were on the roof and I was golden brown by Memorial Day. With the watermelon and the tequila and the Cherry On Top. The mango salsa on the white couch and your tan lines that kept me awake.
We were sweating and sweating and sweating and loving every minute of it. I felt like I was sucking the poetry right out of you. I got on my knees and asked God to keep me here on Earth with a life like this. But you know how shooting stars work. I could see it in your eyes, the fear that the wave we were surfing would one day crash right over us. The most I could promise was to give you what I had everyday—and to search for your hand in the water if that wave did crash.
The whole time I've known that you are my last chance to not live amongst the clouds. The only woman to make me feel mortal. My heart beats for you, my red blood runs hot for you. I am here—here for you. It's good baby, what we got. It's great. Let's just keep the love coming. Masks off—two naked players. I want this summer eternal.