can't take the 

heat 

in between

  MAY 

and JULY

like ears melting

like sunsets 

    driving into 

oblivion

when the rain 

can't touch our skin

because the months

let the BUGS in 

and now 

we can't fly

wings that stick together

like the morning dew

right before the birds wake 

when the world ends

the sky will fall and we

can finally hold the 

stars

        together