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Mid-August
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Mid-August |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Mid-August and I'm a heat shimmer A pool of mercury freed from a burst thermometer no longer bound by my glass column prison I no longer climb skyward, but slither serpentine to sidewalk's crack A bead of sweat rolls haphazardly down your forehead an opaline iridescence prismed by rays of Helios' wrath It's too hot for even the flies to scavenge as a predawn-like still permeates midafternoon's bustle It is not that I hate August One cannot hate that which cannot be changed Perhaps a breeze would be nice though Lightly tracing its essence across the bridge of your nose as soft as a kiss of an exploring lover Even heat shimmers can dream [This message has been edited by Tim (08-18-2007 04:45 PM).] |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
 ~this sizzled down the page~ ~enjoyed |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
~cool~ yep both hot and cool.... |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
enjoying your sizzle while I sit here under Pacific Northwest clouds and 70 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It's too hot for even the flies to scavenge ~*~ No kidding, Sir. It's good to read you again! |
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