sucking on a
slice of
sun–
tryin’ not to sear
my tongue,
though the taste
is sweet,
i catch the
scent..
of burnt
meat.
heat wave
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.
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.
hands in the garden 
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