Heat, a Sheet. Retreat.

What being awake late, hot and tired does to you:

It's a loveless, purely physical romance

summer brings to my bed. A love driven by

power versus force. Heavy white waves wash over

damp skin. You lose your cool.

I twist, turn, tumble.

Blindly. Blinded. Blind.

I long for a touch of a distant lover.

A long lost love outside my window,

floating through the lace curtains. His familiar chilling embrace.

And then you disappear.

You were never that near.