Pure Heat

Living Poetry prompt – Summer


Your perfume hits me
before the summer heat

You walk through the door
while peeling off a work day

Your tan skin busies my eyes
through the shower screen

I race toward you
just in time

Before the cooling water cascades down your toned frame
I bury myself in you
unleashing a full day’s longing

Magnetic pull

I was thrown from the pedestal
to the cold floor
scattered about like
a pile of tempered pins

My mind rushed to all directions
attempted to secure a clearance
pleaded for calm and still respite

You showed up
like a magnetic field
allowed the space and silence
pulled my head straight
towards you
my being reunited before
I made the final dash to you

Our hands and feet
foreheads and noses
lips and chins
mountains and valleys
all intertwined in
the voltex of
magnetic pull