hot with your
                  deframentation beam
and still
                  heavy with the drive
running down and
   moving stones
       because, boy, i know you can
   got it in you
the whole world
   got it all in you with

hands
     that can kill
 eyes that can fucking kill

and still heavy with the drive

    you want something in the pulse

something big

(the way you twinkle)
something that makes

you
    skip
            (b-
                breathe
    honey
        soft
softly breathe)

pulse

if you'd-a ran down for me
    in some beat up car, smoking
and with that same wide-eyed look, boy
    all down from the dusty road,
        boy,
i'd be your
    mallory, i'd
have tossed down my dolly
    and my
        shivering
   world
for that wide-eyed look,
                        this
    same thing that's
laying it's eggs in me
    and it's called

shimmerfade

summer lightning bugs
                    achingly
        oh,
drawing in the laziest way

            into
dead autumn
    i can smell textbooks
all the way from here

                    but you

druggie honey junkie

got that look like you don't even know
                it's happening

        and i'm giving you my summer
the warm aching lazy
    summer nights,
        the ones
lying in bed with your best freind, suddenly
    bursting open
        tear
            tearing
in the quitest manner

    and the long quiet talks
by the lake or in the
    bedroom by the open window

        not where,
but all you remember
    is that humidity
and not the conversation, just
    the biggest feeling
    that it was life changing
like first sex, but
without any ugly, yes
the most beautiful
        summer thunderstorms

i give you all those summers
i give you all of that

for the hands that kill
to just
    keep
        me
            alive.