A Weak Without You

The summer heat has fallen with a wet thud on the lands,
The fans have been humming throughout the night,
Whilst others close all windows and rely on mass refrigeration units.
I sit here fan off, windows open in comfort.

I work all day with two possible locations:
Outside the sun beats me down and crispifies me,
Inside the sun dries me out with wet heat that starts before nine at forty cee.
I think on things that are neither, I am trained by heat to ignore it.

Sleep is easy, days are hotter than most people can stand.
I write on endless, while others watch and vegetate,
I drink all night, so that I can sweat all day.
Such is the heat of this past week.

I crave to chat with you.
Our last date is three weeks ago,
 Last as in no more, but I look to you for all that you have given me.
I desire your gentle hand upon my wheel.

You fear that you will love me and place yourself last.
I fear that too, I fear that I will go too far,
I fear that I will push you away.
I seek to know you.

I propose, our first and second dates went well.
Expectations that things would move from there,
Moving to touch to tongue to bliss.
Can we move on to something else?

I have decided that I would like you however you present yourself.
I would love you as a lover, treat you as a friend, never treat you as a stranger,
You seem to want to be stranger, friend, and lover last, lest you forget yourself.
I would rather be your lover, but failing that, I would be your friend before losing you forever.

I want you as my friend.  
Talk with you, text with you,
Do things with you in person, platonically.
You see I like you and I would rather suffer a death of a thousand cuts then the stab of forever loss.

Simply put, I want to be your friend.
I want you to be you,
I want you to be a better person.
I have experience in this, being forever just a friend; I am good at it.