Summer…
August…
Hot….
So god damn hot!
But really man,
it’s hot.
Everyone walks
Slower.
Sweating,
Greasy and
Moist.
What mattered so much before
Don’t much matter at all.
Softees’ chocolate cones
Sludges into semisolid masses of lukewarm hot cocoa.
Yeah… its pretty damn warm.
But still,
Under the oppressive sun
Repressed appetites come alive:
Daisy Dukes and
Tight muscle tees
Sundresses-
Oh yes, the sundresses are out….
Everyone’s lookin’
and everyone is struttin’
Because,
Even in this heat
A little closeness
is still welcome…
Extremely welcome.
-later,
of course…
When the sun sets,
and the city cools down
as the night heats up.
