We laughed
because we both
hate summer

and you kissed me
while we melted
under the heat of the sun
and into each other
and even though it’s warmer
in bed when you lie next to me
I think this is the kind of heat
I could stand;

my skin says so when it sticks
to yours– it wants you
near.

I would sweat in this
desert forever
if it meant we could hate
summer together.