By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 17 July 2000
Body Heat
That mid-night breeze
Was coasting through
As the air settled from the
Humid day behind us
We made conversation through
Six hours of memories
And half as many cases of beer
Toasted to those we miss
Two bottles of Sherry worth
The preposition of the pool
Arose and was met at demand
The water was freezing
We were drunk
But the thought of you and I
In less clothes then we begun
Surrounded by water
Gave us all the reasons we needed
It seemed as though the pool
Was a confined space
We ignored the awaiting openness
Not leaving one another’s arms
Invading one another’s
Physical Space
Radiating heat
Skin to Skin
Lips to Lips
I was cold
You were close
Heaven just froze over
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