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By rebelray Date: 2016 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2016.09.28.21.04.26552]] |
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Clouds suspended above, The heat cannot escape. Beads of sweat darken red spots, Which cling to my chest and shoulders. The balmy moisture is unbearable. I measure the time it will take To enjoy the spoils of central air. But my anticipation only makes the trek Seem slow and infinite. Staring down at the sidewalk, A breeze softly sways my month-old beard. Tickling my cheeks, I am lost in thought. Last night, your hands reached for my face, Bringing our mouths together for the first time. The scent of jasmine drifts from a nearby garden Invigorated by the day's warmth? More likely, by the memory of your perfume That lingered on the pillows this morning. Then a drop. And two more. The sprinkles never threaten, merely tease. A metaphor for the night we met. And a reminder of your new presence in my life. The journey home is now less dreary. I no longer look to elude the dampness. More so, I desire to be mugged by your love. RF 09/28/16 6:51pm |