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June night of an ever warming planet
hangs on my body like a leaden shift,
presses against me with hot metal breath,
squeezing out energy, drop by salted drop.

Defeated by the sluggish-still
I skin-shock with an icy shower
and hurl myself, wet and desperate,
to pant before the roaring fan.

Spread eagle and naked on the bed
I resent the sheets their sticky ways.
I shrink in and touch nothing,
not even my own burning skin.

The light bulb mocks an oven,
so I dowse the lamp, resigned.
I pray for sleep and feel each sweat slick trail;
a tickle down the back, a whisper between the breasts.

But then my sainted savior comes,
surging on a stallion of cool and minted air,
whose hooves rumble across the summer sky,
churning up clouds in flashes of white light.

I relax into salvation
and roll towards the open windows.
Taking in the storm’s perfume,
I offer myself to the rain’s embrace.

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