Heat

We hit 92* today.  Molten lava, the sun was.  Melting the clouds from the sky; searing the green from the dogwood leaves leaving crisp, curled brownness behind.  Pouring coffee this morning, the warmth of the day teased me; its breath stirring the wisps of hair on my neck that had escaped the knot, whispering promises of fever.

Uncomfortable.  Sticky.  Complaints and wishes and visits to the pool.  The eastern sun blazes and the day slowly boils.

And yet.....another heat.

3pm and walking to the kitchen I am aware of the silky slide of my thighs against one another.  I fill my glass with ice cubes and take one more.  Its frozen kiss almost burns as I run it across my lips, down my neck, across my bare shoulder.  Shocking how quickly it melts, leaving dark trails dripping down the fabric of my dress.

Lovely, how such an...unpleasant warmth leads to another, more delicious one.  Damp skin and breathless lungs.  I sit on steps of the porch, Hazel stretched out across the boards beside me.  I shiver as the sweat tracing its way down my spine pools in the small curve at its base. 

And I wait.

We will eat with our fingers.  After the sun has fled and the house has gone to sleep.  We will drink from the same glass and I will lick the sauce from the edge of his lips.  For it is summer... 

May the world ignite.