sweat drips down
stiff upper
lip,
till salt licks my
tongue
heat won’t
quit,
but i shan’t
admit,
it’s no loner
fun..
in
the sun.
abstract
not you,
but an outline..
and were i so
inclined-
i’d lay in the
creases,
and rest like
you might
were you here now,
basking in
sunlight.
heat wave
bakes
abandoned
lake–
as kids by
fans
imagine
sand
and the many
shapes it
takes.
sunhat veiled
your eyes
but that
smile
spread like frosting
‘cross your
lips–
too buttery
to kiss,
while modest blouse
covered
skin
but not all heat
within.
squeaky hinges,
ice cream
binges–
slow air melts
my heart,
dripping cone on
my stroll
home,
past kids in
splash pad park.
heat hits as fans
quit-
lawn’s lit
up
like backyard
torch,
extended sun on
days of
fun–
recedes all rain
in rainbow
brain..
chillin’ on front
porch.
shall we wander till
so lost
we don’t know
our way
back?
let’s not squander all
this daylight
in search of
past.
grill
to bumper,
steel tides slow
and go,
in a sea of traffic
barely afloat,
shall i trade in
my sweet
ride
for
a boat?
won’t fade on
you..
just hold your
light up-
i’m never
far from mind,
yes, i’ll wait
on you,
to find the
power
to..
while i search
for mine.
awkward, yet
sincere,
he perseveres when
others mock,
not afraid to
talk the
truth,
even if his words
aren’t clear.
hands in the garden 
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