Hot
Hot like the warmth of the summer sun
on an uncut field,
lying there,
insects buzzing,
the smell of warm grass --
like hay but less dry,
remembering the infinite summer of childhood.
Heat that seeps in,
warming and releasing,
loosening muscle and bone,
joint and sinew,
seeking inner warmth
and merging,
full-circle,
fire to fire,
in the heart.
Yes, that kind of hot.
All of you.
posted by HeartFire at 4:04 PM
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