heated haiku

my iced tea glass sweats

onto the kitchen table

heat melting ice bones

.

stepping out the door –

august heat flattens my curls

summer flat iron

.

sunbathing on grass

watching eleven black ants

march across my hand

.

your heated lips press

along the nape of my neck

soft breathing quickens

.

the fan barely turns

the air close in august heat

your hand warmer yet

.

tongue paints silver

highlighting curves of my hip

before delving deep

 

Aside

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. simonhlilly
    Aug 04, 2012 @ 08:30:23

    Just right! ( pretty hot too!)

    Reply

  2. Susan L Daniels
    Aug 04, 2012 @ 18:45:02

    Wonderfully descriptive, painting word pictures…and that last one–oh my!

    Reply

  3. fivereflections
    Aug 07, 2012 @ 01:30:20

    very beautiful!

    Reply

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