I've been lying in bed
burning in my own skin
for what seems like hours
unable to sleep from the storm
humidity trys to seep its way in
condensing on my window
dewy beads tear then fall
streaks of moisture remaining

I turn in the bed seeking
a cool oasis in the sheets
my hands smoothing creases

throbbing rain enters me
into uneasy sleep, I dream
you next to me, mouth open
in rhythmic breaths
body wrapped around me
warming, protecting me

I wake with mourning rain
fading grey remnants from
last night's tropical storm
and reach next to me
feeling for warmth or creases
pressed into the sheets.

07/25/1997

Author's Note: a very old, bad poem for your amusement.

Posted on 05/01/2003
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