This heat inside


Thursday, July 10, 2014


The humid air

Presses against my skin

Like a long, wet kiss,

Each step I take

Pumped up my blood

So I boil

Inside and out,

The wet tongue

Of the July heat

Moving over

Each curve of me,

Stirring me up,

Making me feel

Naked walking

Under the beat of sun,

As I make the most

Of the tenderness

And tension,

Struggling to rise

And finally feeling

The intense release

When I reach

The top,

The green world

Exposing its rich interior,

The fallen petals

Violated by

The recent unslaught

Of rain,

Though it would take

Noah’s flood

To fully release

This heat




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