English: Nighttime Panorama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Unseasonably warm
The evening prickles
With dull heat
Faint sweat upon skin
Recalls longer nights
Tossed and turned sheets
Seeking the cool of solitude
Not the warmth of skin to skin
It is so very still
Within the web of night
Even cicada song is silenced
As though the sky
Holds its breath
Awaiting the moment
Till the stars fall and die
In preternatural quiet
Sleep may come
With shadowed dreams
Weaving a tapestry
Of balmy delight
Or heated fear
Dripping moment by moment
Till dawn
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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The problem with the night is it is so damn long and quiet. Nice Job.
Very true, nights can be very long at times! Thanks so much for commenting! 🙂
you artfully describe an experience I often have – wonderful work
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
I suggest buying a fan.
LOL!! 🙂
I love the imagery in this poem and the oppressive heat you convey. I am also overwhelmed by your generosity in promoting Jemima’s work.Thank you.
You’re more than welcome, and thank you for your kind words! 🙂 🙂