Friday, 18 July 2014
Hot, Hot, Hot! (The Bed's Too Big)
Evening has idled into night
with a hot, heavy stillness.
Oxygen loiters on the floor,
all acoustics are hung,
the view shimmers in a heat haze.
Our wishful moon is all ablaze,
clouds smouldering, stars alight
My eyes sting and my body swelters.
If my mind is a swamp in the summer
then thoughts of you are swarming,
making me sweat and itch
and I am sinking, simmering.
Imagine someone burning in bed.
There is a you-shaped space beside me
and it is cool to the touch.
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