The rain comes followed by a deep chill, an oddity for the
end of August, with no groundhog an early arrival of fall, no leaves changing
yet, just the shiver and the sense of change, our lives altered in the aftermath
of July’s intense heat, this pre-Labor Day modification I welcome yet also
resist, not wanting winter to arrive too soon, not wanting to lose the romance
summer brings, that potency I cling to, filled with tender memories I stoke up
in my dreams at night, stirring up as much sweat as the summer head does. I
need it, need to feel it, need to have that aspect in my life, this sweat reminiscent
of something sweet that vanishes always when the cold comes, no one to rub
again to keep me warm.
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