I can smell the heat of the day
The off gassing of materials
The decomposition of grass
I smell the earth drying in the bake
of this southern sky.
the air is so thick that even your thoughts melt away
in the Southern heat. sweat starts pouring until your
clothes start clinging to you like an unwanted lover. heat and sweat seperates the true Southerners from the wannabe's,
who don't truly love a place even when it's too damn hot.
The heat is coming down
Like a car playing chicken
Except all you can do is stand there and get hit
Over and over again
Until it merges with your skin, your body
It stays with you like a second skin
Like some sort of sickness
Water is your pain reliever
Air conditioning is but a temporary cure
Because as soon as you leave
The heat is right outside
Waiting for you.
Ever so boiling!
Too hot to handle!
I can't stand this heat!
I need a drink of water!
Something nice and cool!
Something ice cold!
© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
How I do,
Long for the inspiration your eyes gave.
For that moment in time we’d held close breaths.
Clashing flesh, like teeth.
I was yours in the hours of another day.
Savored the Mystery and remembered the Heat.
We lay together no more.