Is it the heat felt in sun baked
Corners or the heat fueled by passion?
Is it the slow steady beat of desire?
Sentiment, a fervor that motivates but
Immobilizes, or is it the slow heavy
Air that oppresses movement under
The weight of nature's outdoorsy circumstances?
I have always associated hot days
With the high temperatures that link
Sensuality with the liquid, languid,
Hot of summer, stilled by heated air,
Yet impassioned to undertake trysts
Encouraged by a slow steady beat of desire
Not stifled under a blanket of humidity
To lie beneath an undulating fan
In the darkness and the sweat of fantasy
Tamara, really 