Middle of July

I don't know if that's your leg, or is it mine?
We're entwined.
And I can't tell if it's day or night outside,
I closed the blinds.
And I feel so good inside,
When you come into my mind.
I can't wait till you come home,
And your skin will replace
The phone.
I don't know, is that your eyelash or mine?
I think it's mine.
And tell me about the night we slept
Outside.
When you had to leave
Decide
Whether we should even try
By a burned-out streetlight
In the middle of July.