How Hot The Night

The still air
even the act
of breathing.

The hot air
forged in the steel furnace
of daylight
is nowhere a relief.

My eyes droop
with heat heavy
and I take refuge

between bed sheets
beneath the pristine
spread all day.

My naked legs
scissor kick
in their coolness,
like swimming

in a dish of vanilla ice cream.

2 responses to “How Hot The Night”

  1. The siren call of night’s cool shadeMakes fast the sun’s celestial pass.- this is a great painting of a hot summer day

  2. I hope that this is a poetic memory and that you do have AC! It is 95 here today andd I think your’s is worse/

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