The Heat

 
Will this accursed heat ever let up?
No escape even in late night's oppression
of day's lingering temperatures

Bedchambers too dank and warm
to allow even the briefest of sleep
No time away in blessed dreams

Alone in my misery save for my cat
sprawled out on the floor trapped
in it's own body with no coherent
understanding of his discomfort

I lay awaiting even the slightest breeze
to cool me, pulling sweat from my skin
Less available to further saturate
these damp silk bed covers

In the moments that pass, my mind
drifts to thoughts of grinning drunk
Eskimo women motioning me over,
inviting me into cool, low lit igloos.