Analysis of Summer Storms

we sat in the heat and
watched the stars unhinge, then fall
like confetti,
as if heaven wasn't good enough.
we kept bottles in our hands
as if helping us un-learn all the
thing we had no choice in learning.
our new red skin felt like sun
that wouldn't let go and maybe
because of night, and the smile
of vices, and so much above us,
it was simple to laugh at the pain
of ended love, could forget finally
we were controlled by attractions
we would never understand.
girls were our movie stars with
the slowness of their look,
make-up shamed mouths and how often
we would say that each one
was the last to hurt us.