The Longest Day of the Year

The heat has been rising steadily for weeks now
And the sun winning more and more ground
Almost forcing us to be happy as we walk around
A bright city, little daisies singing at our feet, our
Skin left bare in willing sacrifice to ultraviolet rays

When I awoke the covers were on the floor
But you had stayed and drawn my blinds
Wide open to let the cheer in, because we
Should enjoy the summer while we still can

As you explained that into a cup of iced tea,
I considered telling you that you were my
Personal sun and all the warmth I needed

The kids whoop on their way back from the
Beach, hands and heads stuck out the windows
As they drive down the block, laughing and
Grinning and disturbing the peace; you wave
Back, then shake your head in exasperation
When their little red car has disintegrated
Into the smudgy horizon, stick your hands
In your pockets and walk away smiling

Tell me, could it get much better than this?
The sun's rays bounce off the cement and I
Hide my eyes behind dark lenses, but if you
Could see them, you'd know that despite all
My complaints about the heat, I'd only be
Happy if you dared snuggle closer

The longest day of the year
The sun's climax

It can't get any better.

Finally,

When the night falls, I collapse onto the swinging
Hammock, letting it cradle me away and the dark
Kiss me with its cool breezes and the moon's lull,

But when I open my eyes, you're frowning at me.
You're sad to see that I'm siding with the moon,
That I'm willing to let the days die
And the sun fade.

It can't get any better. Only worse.