Thursday, July 18, 2013

In This Heat!


            In This Heat!



Skins of glue, sticky souls,
only waiting causes palpitations.
Rhyme nor reason prevent,
a whetted brow, a weeping.
The tiny rivulets that stray,
to places of erotic sensations,
what has heaven said,
to cause a fire from hell.
Under over causing friction,
always with a potent edge.
Suffer on a silent mission,
scream the house down
in a fractured sentence.
Come to know a barmy virtue,
falling on a deafened post.
Wisps of summer ream
like a planted desert,
only to bring about desire.
Too much rain should steal
the courage, where the love
has known my name...