it was HOT heat swirled in every corner, dripped from every ceiling and floor board whirlpools of silent sweat soaked seconds spinning slowly melting, until the forehead was wiping again futile efforts to be cool and clean. infrared flashes show candles nearly bursting moths don't seek flames, they burn on their own but who cared, the keg that kept our attention was shown no mercy, and as night blissfully murdered day calm and chill settled in on happy drunken smiles.Birth sign: Cancer
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by J and J.