We Are not used to the heat. <br />It weighs on us. Heavily. <br />Faces sheened in sweat. <br />And red with the slightest exertion. <br />Dropping heavily into seats <br />Soon made sticky. <br />Groaning and muttering about <br />'This Heat..'. <br />Rolling our eyes to the heavens <br />Loving the indulgence <br />Of daytime Dozing. <br />And the Lazy layer of <br />Hazy goodwill. <br />That comes in the evening <br />Over some wine <br />with a heaven sent breeze. <br />And when its too hot to sleep <br />In the night <br />The salty taste of skin. <br />And the helpless <br />Naive optimism <br />Of a bright blue morning. <br />With Only time. <br />To not change a thing.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-simple-song-for-home-in-the-height-of-summer/
