Summer Dream
You sit astride my hips
head lowered, hair dangling
auburn vines of fire
Animalistic in your lust
your thighs flexing prayers
to the gods of desire
and damnation
Sweat drips from your pores
like the honey slow drip
of raindrops
falling from leaves
Summer nights like this
we lie entertwined
like jalebi
spent from an evening
of making love
in the August heat
with only the whir of the ceiling fan
to keep our desires
from consuming us
When we wake from this dream
we wonder how much was real
our bodies slick to the touch
sheets drenched with the only evidence
we will ever need
