A silky purple sky
so hot
like my head is under sheets
there's no way I can breathe

and see
the patterns in the air
of branches, twigs, veins
of bark twisting
clouds coiling
slithering in the rain

cold drops on the windshield again
in another taxi
another smoke stained
cigarette hole in my cardigan

and man

I miss you in this Cajun heat
the orange light bouncing off of cement streets
where you have gone
and I cannot defeat the
demons dancing
in my thoughts
and dreams
and everything you
mean to me

Where tornado alley never ends
or goes to sleep.

Ok, so I love you
and I hate this Texan heat.