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Sultry [re-posted]
by Bruce W Niedt
On the weekend, you were a steady rain.
Yesterday, when you were mostly cloudy,
it was hard to read your sky. But today
you’re bright sunshine and warm
with a light southerly breeze
and a high in the upper 80’s.
Everything blooms around you
and fragrances follow your path.
I want to meet you on the veranda
as lemonade glasses sweat the afternoon.
Let’s generate a strong Bermuda high.
Tonight, let’s make a little thunder
in the bedroom, and glisten afterward,
twisted in dampened sheets.
It’s not your heat, baby,
it’s your humidity. 02/01/2009 Author's Note: First published in Thick with Conviction, October 2008.
Posted on 02/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/01/09 at 09:02 PM The imagery is dead-on and really pummels you, especially the last two lines. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/03/09 at 04:25 PM You build your case like a steady tropical rain - steamy, Bruce, and the last two lines reinforce that title so well. |
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