photo by Hans Eiskonen (Unsplash) and photo by Klaus Hausmann (Pixabay) remixed by Tamyka Bell

Sultry

acrostic Cavatina

Heat rises unchecked, like passion. We come
undone. You wear
my sweat like gloss upon your parted lips.
I’m you, and we’re
drowning in droplets that grant no succour.
I lead you where
this love should give us strength and lift us higher.
Yet here we lie, oppressed by our desire.

Weather Our Souls

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~ And Poetry After Dark