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.
