heat rises in the bedroom
like water about to boil
air thick with your panties
lip gloss on my pillows
the dead of the night
desert heat
we stir on top of these sheets
white cotton covers your tail
lips and arms frail
some distant thought of jail
reach for the blinds to crack the glass
lets some cool air pass
something to stir this wave
of heat and salve this room
full of love ready to bloom
just water this plant
no need to wait and see
everyone’s watching
waiting for you and me
to say something
to each other
to the world
make some sort of statement
with this bed we have made
so many times your head
in my arms I lay
on top of you like a hunter
writhing deeper together
like bumper
cars
we bump thighs and legs
jogging we sweat
highs and edges
of cliffs we climb
paying mantra’s
through time
together playing
like the children we once were
watching the traffic speed by
feel the kiss of summer
in the corners of my eyes
suppose I could just let go
this rope burn start to slowly
heal
as the string takes to the sky
watch my little red balloon fly
and let go of something called comfort
letting myself go
falling over the cliff
knowing
willing to fall
with nothing there to catch me
and not a care in the sky
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