Untitled - July 17, 2002

It's a hot, wet, blistering afternoon
where the sun leaves
no place to hide,
and there is no relief
from the heat.

Ice cubes slide quickly
and disappear into slick shirts
and become one
with sweat-laden flesh.

There is no breeze
to take away the feeling
of heaviness in the air.

There are no cloud shadows
in the sky
to take shelter in,
nor are there shimmering oases
to lure us away
from the lurid thought
of more heat
during the day.

The height of summer
finds us seeking solace
in the endless supply
of cool crisp drops
that become a steady stream
upon parched lips.

The thought of a raindance
is almost enough to cause a stir,
until reality sets in;
any more movement,
and truly,
all the clothing
will either stick forever,
or need to come off
immediately!

Daydreams of cold frozen treats
break into the time passing by,
reminding us again and again,
that a hot canvas
serves a need as well,
painting the surface
with cold points of contact,
followed by a steady stream of
slick sweetness,
the alternating sensations
gather in a coiled locus
and explode
in one breath
of ragged release.