Midday

The afternoon is sizzling.
I can see the shimmer bouncing off of the wood, warning me with wavering lips
Of the challenge of afternoon settees.....

I note the cushion appears buoyant enough, springing back from my touch like a
Cursor test;
Airdried barbecues, summer sweat, and assisted breathing
Aside.

Oh, droll night, that looms nearer,
Bid the lace curtain draw aside its twinkle
To show us languor,
Wheeling.

In need of rest, the shadowed dancing within
is strangely silent,
Smiling at the shimmer,
Teeth flashing,
in a slow, sultry
Two step.