Tank top real hot

Tank top real hot
Arms on end to lift me up, take me
on. Summer's end while your
ropes tighten.
/(˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )/ I suffer your distance

No sleeves to wear your hearts on
no sleigh of hand the cards are
out. Knight of wands is the truth
between your fingers.

Words written in social angst pave
your return. I wait.
Trust the drenched skin, if I could
flow within your embrace...
An island for this breath I hold