Thursday, March 22, 2007

JULY

Heavy and sluggish the sky waits and the
Clouds ease their way across the pale blue—
It is damp to the skin and my thoughts waddle instead
Of swim and slick themselves like an eel –
My neck feels limp like a noodle and my
Tongue too hot for a meal except ice cream—

July rarely whispers a caress; I figure it’s her nature
To incite and excite the flesh to open its pores,
To steam off and choose to eat nothing but watermelon,
And soak in skinny-dipping style!

July is not my embraceable; it brings me a rash,
Dills my energy and stifles my relaxation at night—
Still, July simmers me slowly over coals of passion that
March could never do—

Lemonade just tastes better when “sweltering”
Has a lease on your lips,
Umbrellas dot each backyard and kids run about
With bare bottoms and smiles that stings
Ones memory.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

fine thiking through.

deborah said...

you are too kind. Thank you.