It’s really too hot for thought, so I’ve dug back into the archives for something to suit the weather.
Heat swells to stuff the corners
of the room, tucking itself up
to pad the picture rail, deadening
the walls. We lie at the edges
of a king-sized bed, white cotton
smooth beneath us. You reach across
and touch me. Sweat breaks
under the weight of your hand.
don't confuse the narrator 