Simmering

 

R elentless din of crawling prowling night
pours steaming through my window

midnight intrudes damp and searing
insistent
scalded air too hot and thick to breathe

the full moon — sweats
a heat to suffocate

blades beat and drone overhead
promising relief
in vain

sweltered darkness lays heavy upon me
unbearable

I toss in labored half-sleep
gasping for cool relief
restless

I inhale deep to fill my lungs
seeking satisfying breath
only to bake them in cruel heat
no relief

salted droplets trace my spine
baste my neck
pool in the hollow of my fevered chest
bloom and seep
from beneath the smother
of matted soak atop my head
to weep their way ‘cross smoldering brow
into my eyes
and sting

in this nocturnal furnace
night clings and stifles
even dreams are scorched
simmering in August

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry’s sweltering at: dVerse