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weather in july

weather in july

monday. windy.

I memorize you
with lips and tongue,
breath behind knees
and thighs, eyes
closed
in afternoon heat.

tuesday. heat index caution.

it is 91.
the heat index
makes it feel like 98.
no one moves.

tuesday. 10:00 pm

lips brush wet lips.
sweat where bodies touch,
palms brush hair away.
your breath feels
like the air.

thursday. rain.

I lift you
from the bed,
your legs fast
around my middle.
we sway in place like dancers.

thursday. 6:00 pm. rain

there is no wind.
the rain drives down
in perfect lines.


friday. 2:00 am

the only sound
is the rhythm of your breath.
glistening with moisture,
your breasts move easily
in sleep.

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