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



4 Comments (+add yours?)

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

    Just right! ( pretty hot too!)


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

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


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

    very beautiful!


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