Summer Sky

Dust on the mailbox, bare feet on the curb.
You said, "Let's not go home yet," so I let the moment work.
Under the summer sky, you and I.
Under the summer sky, we don't need a reason why.
Hold me there, hold me there.
Under the summer sky.
Ice on a paper cup, melted to a sweet slow drip.
Your hair kept catching sunlight on the edge of your lip.