the summer makes of me

by christycelia

the summer makes of me
heat rising to my head -
blurs the real with the wished.
a bed has grown uncomfortable,
perhaps along with us.

you are a kayak in my lock.
an event we never believed in.
you hold a rope
to stay afloat in my uncertain waters
who rise and fall.

i will not let you out -
not alive/unchanged.
for once those doors open
the future passes you away.
that is how it works in Mighty rivers.

suspicions of where time
will take us.
or me.
or you.
hopes that one day i'll be a kayak, too.
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