The window to your world was open
I confess I peaked for reasons unspoken
You reached for the sky as if I was a bank robber
Surrendering high thumbhole sleeves you glower
You return to that pre-smile stage
thirty seven degree celcius rages
Hot afternoon makes you want to strip
I stood before you but remained a blip
You focused in quite suddenly
to see the physical evidence of me
I observing sweat of your skin turn to steam
Your furrowed brow, dust on your feet
I enter your kitchen I need something to eat
I open your freezer to escape from the heat
It melts like gushing streams you under passion
You close it, we both feel the fire rushing
you oppose it, then give in gracefully
Your surrender invites me inside cooly
The earth is much hotter now
we face each other and together bow
I come the next day longing flows
I crawl through your open window
The tree branch swings in slow mo
I search your expression for yes or no
Was it relief i read on your face
As you reached for the sky again
Mistaking your sweat for tears
but you keenly usher me near
Heat, sweat
emotion
hunger in that stare
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