Untitled - July 02, 2002

As the sun sets
in a fiery haze of red,
the heat is unforgiving
in its harshness.

The need
to simply surrender
against the blazing warmth
is dulled
by the slick feel
of icy coldness
against the surface.

Slowly,
everything melts
under the heat,
gradually forming a pool
of sweet liquid -
that is yielding
to the touch.

Every dab,
every flickered look
garners another -
until it becomes
an unceasing
need for contact
against heated flesh.