July drags me puddleless

Every hoop is dangerous without you. My most unspoken desire settles no rustling stomach. Deep inside me is wind. Don't knock me unable to bear a proper series of wishes, a proper semblance intimately around you. Corridors within my building shut my light down, elevators never ascend enough, mailboxes only send out postcards they've collected over time. Summer lasts enough to remember heat, the feeling of hope in crowded absence. People in my grocery store only dynamite boxes can withstand your glazed neck now. Their umbrellas protect their pretty hands from weather or dust lifting from earth.