after the heat began to swell,
we’d never leave our bed
open windows, curtains yawning-the incoming breeze rose
goose-pimples on polka-dotted freckles
lying shirtless next to me,
our contours matched but gaped wide
because of the heat,
faded jeans cuffed
just above his ankles
the blinds flutter-a momentary brightening
flitting over the sheets, rumpled, creased
and tangled around bare limbs
His breathing deepened, and I fought heavy eyelids,
but after watching ants weave drunkenly
up and down the windowsill,
my eyelids won and
I slept.