Will you
Still love me

Remember summers.
Hot and fleshy, filling my body and my mind with desires.
Hot nights, when the body is too exhausted to sleep and the mind still wanders.

When you’re young, 18-25, fuck summers. Spill, cream, milk, icecream, peach, Shiva the Destroyer, aggression, running under a hot sun, will you still love me when i’m no longer beautiful…

Remember cooler nights in a condo. American nights.
Pool gym, black lace dress, perfume. All for myself.
Wishing I’d hold somebody’s hand in mine near the ocean.
No kiss in front of the Pacific.

Perfume, stockings, high heels.

Go away, spiderman. We’re still kids playing adult’s life.