So, hot: <br />even the stones sweat <br /> <br />& the road <br />unpeels <br /> <br />it self <br /> <br />as if it were having <br />second thoughts <br /> <br />about being a road <br />in the first place. <br /> <br />It clings to our footsteps <br />reluctant to let it go. <br /> <br />I hold your hand <br />in mine <br /> <br />droplets of sweat dribble <br />down your arm into my palm. <br /> <br />Kisses sliding off <br />our lips <br /> <br />refusing to stick. <br /> <br />“Sh*! ...it’s hot... is it not? ” <br /> <br />“Yeah, sure is...sure is! ” <br /> <br />Us <br />in total <br />accord <br /> <br />but hot <br />too hot.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-stuff-3/
