Wednesday, August 8, 2018

august night


her face was warm like the hot August night
as the humid air trapped bare skin;
gave it no place to breathe and cool-
my lips tasted the salt and sweet sweat

my mind consumed traces of starlight
from her nape, and lifted her hair
as a blessed burst of night rainy air
touched us-- as we touched--
poured whispers into sudden breaths

an unwanted piece of time slipped in
as the three AM freight train howled again
a lonesome sound that now
raised a passing thought of pity-
that someone could be too busy
to linger in the heat of this night

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