I wrote this very tired and really warm:

Pink softness of heat bleeding through the mattress and filling my bones with foam. Dark blue waters encroaching on the green... this mystery haunts everyone. I'm sliding and flashing my eyes like gems on fingertips.

Dirty brown hands and eyes pleading,
but hard firm life in the earth of my voice,
Don't you wish you had my freedom?
Tongue sliding between ice brick teeth
Firing bursts of speech
that sting like "Battleship!"

I'm adrift, bayonets as oars, steaming and pregnant. I'm on the bayou, in a white dress. The heat explodes to the surface of my skin. I'm writing on a frequency he can't pick up.

Oh no, sleep threatens with the promise of heady languid pleasure. It's body soft and pliable, beckoning me with feathers and gloam filled pillows.

The boiling blood causes my hand to gorge like tree limbs fattening on sunlight before fall.

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