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
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
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
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.
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
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.
Was I a flame that burned too bright
A heat so sweltering
it backed you away
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”
