4-9 I Do Not Hum

I do not hum.
I do not give.
I do not let.
Except for you,
on the deck,
when I grabbed,
the sun,
with my fingers,
curling into my,
crying from the heat
of the cement,
smashed,
through,
because I
need you
to hum
I need you,
to give,
I need you
to let,
me,
feel the heat
of the cement,
on my cheek,
curling my
fingers into the sun.