Sunday, August 9, 2009

Heat Like a Rope

I am in morning
Heat like a rope
With a tight knot at my neck
Hard rays angle in, unseen
Past saving shade.

I sweat through the night
But my exposed dreams desiccate
In the wild wind of dawn.

You are here
Touch me lightly
With a kiss like a spring.
You are now
Life's cool clear passion rush.

I am when
Drunk on you
Not to need or care
Of thieving heat
Or relentless light.

Remind me love
That there is no cruel sun
When I am
In your ever evening embrace.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One of my favorites.