gone away too soon, fled before the fall

Quiet leeches into skin
Torpor pulling down
Blue sky burns clear
An alcohol flame
Wing outstretched
Sheltered in the lee
Drinking water warm as blood
Dark circles and piercing eyes
Held breathe
Slipping away
Last oblivion
Last peace
Last dream

Gentle breeze in the silent storm

Are you not
This thing
that dances
in the heat
Driven snow

A minute
A moment
A mote

Sent round
In simple touch
In gentle care

Sent round
In rough hands
And soft sighs

Just a fading
Remembrance
In the soft grass
In the soft lines
Of a hope shorn
Lined face

Minutes, wind and wistful

Heat slips into veins
Heart beating in time with the trickle pulse
Of desulatory wind
Welcome arms as old lovers
Embrace to catch the sun

Light shivers and moans
Bare skin burn
Thrust hopeful into embrace of day

Foreknowledge speaks the coming night
Tears break ranks
Falling to the thirsty earth

Moon and stars rise
High waters drown the light
And I
Forgotten
Sleep
Bereft of touch

You

In mid afternoon I retreat
In a quiet house
I soaked in the sun
Heat sinking deeply
I hold my hands flung out
Eyes closed
And for a moment
You are there with me
Time hanging
Still
Silent

Summer heat

The car sits in the desert sun. Windows shut the air takes on a quality not unlike flame. Into this heat, I sit down. Car off, no ac, just silence and heat. The pain of the heat making me aware of the feel of my skin becoming taught. The heat eases the tension out of my body. A tension I am holding onto, even after this forced relaxation. Something only alleviated by you. A word. A picture. And this heat bringing me back around, heartbeat rocking my chest. Air becoming harder, heavier. The butterfly crush of your lips to mine as we plunder each other, tongue finding treasure with each touch. Desire made tangible with the pressure of the heat.

Summer days

The heat shimmers
Sundrenched waves rising from melting asphalt
Anger flares created and quenched
Like a match in near vacuum
The city sleeps as night
Cough syrup slow
Saunters down
Oppressive beat of sun gives way
To the warm embrace of night
Welcome, languid
A sauna composed of sky and moon and you

Flush of spring

Heat seeps into my bones and imagine it to be the heat of your body

Your words send electric tingles down my spine and I imagine this as your touch

We are a thing of the mind, desiring the taste of each other’s body

I would hear your voice that I may know the deftness of your tongue.

At all times, in all places, in every imagining, I want you. I promise, you’ll be mine, be treasured and will never be bored.

The weight of it

The heat pours down
Liquid and languid
Cell walls filling in
Flowing inward

The weight of it bears down
Painful but on pleasures ragged edge
Breathe comes faster, body tightening

But
Like a poor lover, foreplay without the payoff
Exhilaration in the beginning
Dwindling down to “stop, enough”