#temperature
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The window
was always a choice
I called a vantage point.
I told myself
I was studying the storm—
its pressure systems,
its particular shade of Gray,
the way it moved
like something with intention.
I was not studying the storm.
I was deciding
whether I deserved
to be rained on.
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The glass
has a temperature.
I know this
because I have been
pressing my hand against it
for longer than I've admitted
to anyone,
including the storm.
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There is a moment
before the door—
not the opening,
not the stepping through—
just the hand
on the handle
finally understanding
that wet
is not the same
as drowned.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
Spring comes
And I find myself fond of fall.
Summer dawns
And I admire more winter.
Fall arrives
And I cherish spring newly.
Winter blossoms
And I appreciate summer more clearly.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
Aqueous bombs descend from these eyes /
As I wonder beneath nightfall. /
Seeing, hearing the kaleidoscopic dream /
As it unravels, unfurls through me /
Heightens my perceptivities. /
I am luminous, I am luminous /
As I glisten upon the dreamscape. /
I am a cosmic reverberation, /
An ethereal resonation /
Luminosity, blue-hot./
Self-sovereignty: /
I am a freedom all my own, /
Lows (algid), /
Highs (empyreal, pyroclastic); /
I am astral. /
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:46 PM UTC
your fists are like cannonballs
hard, closed
you trap me in the palm of your sweaty hands
crushing me
but the warmth is the only temperature i feel
so i stick by your disheartening side
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 10:38 AM UTC
Last Night it rained and poured,
Lightning and Thunder.
Passion seeped thru the Sheets,
of Two Hearts that lay Under.
Kisses were exchanged,
to pacify the brewing Storm.
Hands went Flirting,
soaring the Temperatures Warm.
As both legs got locked
high up the Shoulder.
The Night, turned Darker
and the moves, got Bolder.
Nights on White Satin,
are truly a Delight.
Romance is on the High Seas,
until the Sun pops it's Light.
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
It is so bright outside,
I have to squint my eyes.
Has it snowed again?
What a great surprise.
'Cos Winter has long gone.
Yesterday there were blossoms
colouring the landscape white.
Temperature must have dropped
quite drastic in the night.
April's weird and getting weirder.
Changed my plans for today
and bear it with a grin,
just like the bumblebee
I've decided to stay in.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
~
*...of wine and mirth
and holy birth,
of flowers and promise
and braided calmness,
of hummingbird and dragonfly
and their descending sky,
of porpoise and whale
and us as wind against the sail,
of grown wishes and sadness
in the flat fields under duress,
of sugar-filled cocoons and syrup
and sweetest honeymoon trip,
of dimples of Venus
and smiles from Adonis,
of thin walls about her room
in hopes to visit soon,
of all things made and said
and each time we shared a bed...*
~
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC
Drunk in Love? No
Am high and you know
The temperature hear is low
Join me, take this plant of ***
Come up and make it hot
You're so hot, grace my thought
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC
how do you get a boilover?
you can turn up the heat
add more water
or increase the pressure
of course, you're using a melting ***
so there might be some difference
in how much you'd need of each, respectively
no past recipe can really offer preparation
the water's not the same
the temperatures' change
and pressure varies wildly
from kitchen to kitchen
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
As summer unfolds
the scent of dusty roads
urges us to roam
the succulent fig
the crimson mulberry
overcome the mother’s call
to scurry back for dinner
Instead, we scatter
like sheaf thrown to the wind
and there is nobody but us
in this unraveling earth
for we are
ones of a kind
When winter comes
frost kisses with its lips
the sills of our windows
its curling fingers
grips the air without a touch
Then, we slouch back
and huddle like a flock
of penguins in the Antarctic
seeping heat one onto another
waddling in circles
flowing as a whole
a collective race
From without inwards
from within back out
we are
together, and apart
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
Mercury expands
As pinched faces are eased and
Flowers remembered
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
I was
no fool
and here
my favor
was one
that overcame
a voice
of salacious
mold and
might throttle
my goad
and too
berserk with
her bare
in this
fold with
Carroll Stream
that extreme
today in
Carol Stream
there was
the cold
went to
bed with
a sweater
just to
wake a
buddy in
Claremont weather
that a
whiplash tomorrow
made best
picture in
ole LA
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
your frozen heart barely pumps slushied blood all the way to your blue fingertips
you hope for me to grab your hands and warm you even just for a second
your heart is a rock
abiotic and unbeating
just a cold weight in your chest to remind you of your lost humanity
maybe once you knew warmth
but now you don’t even shiver
you are so far gone
you treat me like ice to freeze me just as you’ve been
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
Cold and heat combine.
Temperatures are a gaze we lose our mind.
Currents of the ocean predict.
A pattern for me and you something we can not forget.
Weather is used as a weapon.
Not only by nature but second guessing.
How can this be, you would ask?
Something more you can give us, something we could grasp.
We are all in for a rude awakening.
Electricity is all that they would be faking.
Plants and animals cease to exist.
The kind of anger that makes me pound my fist.
This is the only weapon they can use.
To feed our guilt to fill this ruse.
Being human and united is the only way we can be.
In the future maybe then you will see.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
My teeth chatter with surprising rhythm
One-e-and-a-Two-e-and- A
bright red face
from the scolding wind.
My knees knock,
One and Two And
my feet tap,
One Two
times this week I've sat in the cold
And two times this week
I wished I were inside
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
it is cold
then hot
so quickly
it is tough
it is hard
but melts with heat
it tings
it taps
and
knocks
about
the surfaces
of the kitchen worktop
these are properties that stir tea
it is cold
then hot
so quickly
it is cool
it is calm
but bends under pressure
it sings
it raps
and
talks
about
the textures
of existence
these are properties that stir me
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
Bubbles and smoke
Wavering flames and twisting, spiralling water
Like two tornadoes of varying temperature and temperament,
And equal as different the opposing elements
Earth and air lay dormant as I lay,
Entranced,
By the visions that my very mind manipulates into my reality
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
There we where just cruising along
But I could tell something was wrong
Your temperature was starting to rise
And off of you smoke started to rise
Then you just up and died
I looked to the sky
And I cry
Why
Why now, why you
Why Lord, now what do I do
I call a tow trunk to come to our aid
To pick up the mess that you made
He picks up your useless carcass
I just want to cuss
Never again we'll it be us
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
Dehydrated skin, like leather
You being here doesn't make it better
Forehead against forehead
I feel my temperature rise
You make me sick to my stomach
Dear -
Darling -
My little stomach bug
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Life is cruel and unkind
Boiled over with wasted time
Count the hands of moments lost,
tick by seconds, minutes tossed
Temperature rises and hits the mark
A hundred degrees turns too stark
Bed of sand and heat wave sear
Weigh it down with constant fear
Mercury rises an internal kind
Cuts right through a melted mind
Turn it off, burn the fool
Anger mounts then its cool
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
The temp of my body is insinc with the earth
The health of my bones is tossed with the rocks turn
The temp of my body is insinc with yours
The heat of the body burns down to my core
The temperature of the temple is increasing rapidly
And the height of the thunder is high and howling
The earth stops to turn
The seas dry to burn
The thunder cries and yearns, to howl at our bodies insinc heated temperatures.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC