90° September Days
The air hangs heavy and thick -
Nevertheless - we drink hot coffee and tea.
We come home and bake; cookies, chicken, sweet potatoes.
We fill the house with heat and open the doors to let the thickness in.
Waiting - for the weather to break.
Bogged down by the weight of deadlines and dirty dishes - the leaves have started to turn.
Now we lay in the wake of the fan without covers or clothes. It's too hot for sex - so we talk. We stare at the ceiling - at feathers and photos - and talk about where life could take us, unaware of the wax of the candles bleeding across the sheets.