indian_summer
Dafremen Indian Summer(Takes You Back)
R. Dafremen

With the summer ending
A lot of ground to cover
With us just beginning
To get to know one another
A zillion questions fill my mind
They culminate in the smell of your hair
When I wrap it's silky breath around me
Open my eyes
Hold my breath
Get a couple of things off of my chest
Like if you'd venture half a bet
I'd wager a shot at a guess
You probably didn't know when I guess, that my best
Is a pretty good guess
Just a hand to hold
That's all I've been wanting
Another heart to know
That's what I've been hoping for
And with summer ending soon
My hopes ride high on me and you
Seems like an awful lot of pressure
To push off on something new
But with the summer's ending
There's just no use pretending
That what we've had was a fling
When the thought of your leaving
Opens the way to panic and pain
It's much too serious I guess
But let me repeat
In a good way
Overlook that I'm a mess
And just look my way
Because there's still a lot of ground to cover
So much to learn about each other
Seems crazy not to start
By me just smelling your hair.
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ever dumbening Where melancholy is neither sadness nor depression, Indian Summer stirs in me this energy that has not the standard flavors of joy and happiness. The flow is a positive one, but it's sticky and twitchy. Reckless. Sticky not like from wetness; it's a dry tight brambly stick. Muscles rub across each other, sparking twinges within. Itchy and twitchy, I need to move and do. Restless. Run and drive and swim. Drive along the ridgeline. "Drive west on Sunset to the sea. Drink Kirschwasser from a shell. San Francisco show and tell." Swim naked at night. Run along Baker Beach, where the fog has taken its brief annual leave.

Plant a fast-growing vine. Feel the playful spring of its grippy curls. Watch it reach to climb the cactus.

I ask a woman at the store What kind of art do you do, before asking her _if_ she does. She responds, "Everything I do."

Cedar scent in an unknown trunk, and I guess correctly that the car's owner is right there with me too.

Windows down, so the remnants of the twilight, long past sundown, can sneak in before they retreat. Radio on, and up, searching for just the right sound right shape, the same way proteins nuzzle up against cells, wrapping, triggering openings and cascades, knowing.

A rare turn away from KALX, solace is sought from the classic rock station. Black Sabbath and Peter Frampton don't quite hit the mark, but they're not far off.

Thoughts and feelings dance spastically, water drops on this too hot griddle. Watch out, I might say something I mean. A kiss might slip, from lips, from me like a thin wet white drip of soft serve ice cream through a tiny crack in the chocolate dipped shell.
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daf REVISION

With the summer ending
A lot of ground to cover
With us just beginning
To get to know one another
All these questions fill my mind
I catch the scent of your hair
Wrap that silky breath around me
Open my eyes
Hold my breath
Now to get a couple of things
Off of my chest:

Like if you'd venture half a bet
I'd wager a shot at a guess
(You may not know, but when I guess
my best is a pretty good guess)
That just a hand to hold
Is all I've been wanting
Another heart to know
That's what I've been hoping for
And with summer ending soon
My hopes ride high on me and you
Seems like an awful lot of pressure
To push off on something new
But with the summer's ending
There's just no use pretending
That what we've had was a fling
When the thought of your leaving
Opens the way to panic and pain
It's much too serious I guess
But let me repeat
In a good way
Overlook that I'm a mess
And just look my way
Because there's still a lot of ground to cover
So much to learn about each other
Seems crazy not to start
By me just smelling your hair.
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