Day 28

Sweet summer heat.

I want the warmth of the sun,
just not too close.

Just not too much. 

Just enough that a spritz can fix,
a shower can soothe,
a breeze can break.

Just enough that the pool stays cool,
and the shade stays cool,
and thoughts of you stay dry.

Just enough that I can drive with the windows down,
and breathe, and sing, and breathe.

How fragile,
this love of summer.

How sweet the sweat 
on my upper lip.

And what a time for my hot water heater to go.
And for the water to run cool.

And the person who fixes it doesn't answer his phone.
And what a good time for him to not answer his phone. 

What a time for me to overcome the conditioning of not using air conditioning because it cost too much and the beer he bought was a better use of the family budget.

What a time to sweat and love,
and taste the sweetness of summer heat.

The sex of flowers hangs heavy in the air.
Chill, the passion, barely there.