I Need An Ocean, I Need Last December

I need an ocean to compel my summer night. I need to be here in this dimension. I need an unequivocal force to move me. I am shaking. This is compelling. This universe is not quite multidimensional but here we are. He is forceful. I need his poetry with spoiled endings and his love - ("rigged symmetry"). This is nerve-racking. This particular memory of an ordinary summer night makes me nervous - and makes me need him. I am frightened. I need him. I need his heart as cold as December. I need last December.