The humid air
Presses against my skin
Like a long, wet kiss,
Each step I take
Pumped up my blood
So I boil
Inside and out,
The wet tongue
Of the July heat
Moving over
Each curve of me,
Stirring me up,
Making me feel
Naked walking
Under the beat of sun,
As I make the most
Of the tenderness
And tension,
Struggling to rise
And finally feeling
The intense release
When I reach
The top,
The green world
Exposing its rich interior,
The fallen petals
Violated by
The recent unslaught
Of rain,
Though it would take
Noah’s flood
To fully release
This heat
Inside.
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