Some Like It Hot

Some Like It Hot
'Summer', you might not be, but I'll take you anyway -
the runaway madness
that I could well regret someday.

I perceive your deceitful play at nights when I slide
Between the sheets and feel
the shiver climbing up beneath my nightie –

The cold that runs fingers up my spine,
Seizes my nipples, kisses the nape
Of my neck so rudely –

Pulls every sense in my skin taut
And alert, waiting for the rich spill
Of golden warmth that never comes –

Just thick days of wet humidity,
Accumulating and weighing down
On me, till I can scarcely inhale,

Scarcely think, needing to peel off
All my layers just to breathe. Clouds
Close me in, to battle against

The strange, weighty desire you force
Upon me, like Zeus, come disguised
Replete with seduction plans...

Sweat gathering everywhere makes me
Aware of my self, creates a need for touch
A resolution of the friction –

'Summer' you might not be, yet ironically
You call forth the heat
From within me.



Not my finest moment ever, but I'm trying to write something, anything!