itty bitty summer time moments

because the process will kill my spontaineity,
and nothing is as simple as it seems, or should be
giving in to dead dreams is easy,
because i'm a toe tapper
no matter where i am.

but the night came early
and the kiss was soft,
while the door stayed open
and i learned guitar
until all the beer was gone,
and the spider came home
and they chose who was sober enough
to drive down the road.

but the light stayed on,
on the porch outside
so it shone through the bedroom window all night
while i slept next to his tired head,
skin touched and rumpled covers
thrown off the bed.