photo credit: BHD 2017

Damp Heat (017)

DHBogucki
DHBogucki
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Film that makes you dirty.
Air that hangs unrepentantly.
Wake before dawn.
Crawl into the car in darkness.
Turn on artificially cold air.
While the sun slept the heat just waited.

Panting and laying.
Sympathy radiates from dogs eyes.
Sheets stick.
Escaping into the shower.
Waiting for the late summer sun to Disappear.
End not in sight.
A little crazy sets in.


Poem number 017 of 365.

DHBogucki

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DHBogucki

Artist, Writer, Tattooist Apprentice, Yoga Teacher, Find me on Instagram, and UnSplash under the same name. https://www.facebook.com/dhbogucki/

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