Summertime friend
It has been a cold winter
Without your hands
Holding mine
Walking the streets to
Pass away time
Do you play golf?
Or would you rather
Strip yourself clean
To run around
On the green
Let’s order some pizza
Read our poetry
Listen to the crickets sing
Then chase them
Round n’ round
‘til we fall on the ground
And the sprinklers come on
And so do we
Let’s drive away
To some desolate place
Watching meteor showers
Drinking wine
I would be your dreamer
If you would be mine