A sticky mongrel-tongue —
this summer swelter;
I’m roped in the reek of course blankets
by a smothering wind;
the bare skin of my thighs sticks
to the creased vinyl of a rickly bar-chair as I reach
for the delusion of a tantalizing caperina,
stretching for that tempting dream of an imagined glass
centered in its rivulets of condensations;
but my hands sense dust and my throat is tender,
abrasive, filled with sand for a summer cold
more burning than the weather.
Today it’s Open Link Night Night at dVerse. I host and after today we will have a two week’s summer break. BTW I don’t have a cold at the moment, but I imagine how it could be in the heat-wave of today. Tomorrow it will cool off.