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
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Slither
In the heat, yes, it's hot,
And we do two things,
Complain, and sit still.
Move slow. Roll under
The blanketing cloud
Of heat, evasive tack,
Slithering, wishing it
Was muddy to cool us
Off like the reptiles, with
A body temperature not
Heated, not hot, cooler
We complain, moving
Slower, still, under a big
Frond of shade that
Distills the sun, distracts
The heat, we sweat but
That does not cool us
Yes, it's hot and we do
Two things, complain
And move slow, sit still
So hot
In the heat, when you can see the air
You don't want to see the air, really,
Do you? Warm.. no way past warm all
The way to sticky and thick, it's not to be
Ignored or treated lightly. It's not. Light,
That is, air this heavy is carried on your
Back, your neck and shoulders like a
Mantle or a yoke. It's assertive; it's
Aggressive, sometimes nasty. See the
Air. In the heat. You can't shake it off.
Tamara, really 