this is summer, and this is subtraction

shakin fists, shakin hair, shakin bodies crammed into spaces too small and too close to the music till we're dripping sweat off our knees our chins our bangs and then running drenched out into the slightly cooler night to ride home running red lights and speeding down dark lakeside trails in the pulsing breathing night.

and later when i stumble into long quiet solo routes home, practicing riding with no hands or maybe just with no distractions, i tend to start to think too hard and wish too hard and try and will you back to me, all of you, each one who's made me shivery & giddy & lost, damn you.

summer is finally here and it's clinging to my skin and hovering above the sidewalks, making night seem too inviting in its cool endless emptiness, making me forget how soon morning comes back around.