Hot Night in July

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #294 – In The Heat of the Night
“Many passions are found in the heat of the night. With the recent stretch of dreadfully warm days up this way, it’s time we deal with the heat. From room temperature, to tepid, to lukewarm. From simmering to a rapid boil, scalding hot and molten. Write a poem and make it hot. Then when you’re done, reward yourself with a cool shower or a long hose down. (The heat of the night can be a bit cooler than midday, so maybe use it to your advantage!) Hot! Hot! Hot!”

Heat hangs heavy
on a July night.
Young lovers sip
wine coolers that
do not cool them,
rather cause massive
headaches later on. Hot
foods cool you off,
they’ve been told.
They eat fire-siren
chili; their foreheads
bead with sweat, faces
flush alarm red. They
wonder about this advice.
Midnight finds them in
an air-cooled motel room,
where the air conditioner
merely hints at cool. Each
time they start to make love,
their slick, sweat-soaked
bodies slide off each
other. Then the wine coolers
take their toll. Holding their
heads, the young lovers swallow
aspirin, and fall asleep
on this hot July night.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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