Time speaks to me,
caressing my thoughts as I come
deeper into this city
the concrete aching beneath
my ready heels
the air as
wet as rain
sweaty as the sea
and a smell wafting up, catching my throat
a thought appears, suddenly
on the tip of my tongue
swirling around for a moment,
the pressure mounts and yearns
to be set free.
My clothes **** on my hips, *******
wet as sin,
heavy as thought.
And suddenly, as quick as it arrived,
the thought leaves.
My mind unsatisfied,
I head home.