Heat

This heat hovers
Like a mother hen
This heat sinks under skin
Languid layered thin
Veil of sweat
This heat radiates
Off micro metal plates
Housed by
Perspiring plastic shells
This heat saturates
Steeped cinderblocks inflate
Silky strands deflate
Enlightened eyes become dead weight
Glass begs to give way to fresh
Glass begs to give way to mesh
Coquettish cracks promise
Cool clear darkness
But
Shadows shroud
Stingers proud
The wasp shall remain
Penned in the plane
Between stifling and supple.

© Sophie Loubere, 2007


There is a stupid wasp trapped in between the screen of my window and the glass so I can't open my window. Woe is me.