I am freeing myself of want.
How else can I close my eyes in this heat?
I yearn and lust,
Envy and jealous.
With an ache for

newness, my window is open. Let the net stand guard against creatures too little to be called vampires.
Let the moonlight in, the only light on duty. let it guide the light breezes in, my erratic pumps of hope.

Like my heart, my sweat is salty.
Sour taste; missed long kisses, hugs and feelings.
Salty wet sheet, salty wet body and shorts.
This heat is valid,
every pore is longing for 

the scent of rain.
Nature bakes in this oven-room.
I succumb to its laws,
How else can I sleep in a baked skin?
Close my eyes, dream that my heart, though not my bod...

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