i am running into
clich├ęs like cobwebs
shimmering in the thick
summer. spider's bite
has turned me feverish;
i have chills, but your skin
is warm. perhaps it is
temperature's delusion,
heavy swamp of summer air,
but i catch your turquoise
gaze pinning up the ends
of your smile in my glances.
you linger over pauses
in conversation where
our words overlap like
interlocking fingers, waves
sliding over sand. maybe
the cure waits at home, when
sidewalk-scorching heat will
dry up my flushed dreams,
but for now i enjoy
my July& fireworks delirium.