The still air
stifles
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
fatigue
and I take refuge
between bed sheets
locked
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”
The siren call of night’s cool shadeMakes fast the sun’s celestial pass.- this is a great painting of a hot summer day
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/