image borrowed from site of Tess Kincaid
not yet
My barometer
hovers in space
between hot and hotter
I rummage for tepid words
the dictionary people
are not pleased
to find me
looking aimlessly
at pictures of exotic places
with naked snake charmers
daydreaming kisses
like soft sweet leeches
I stare and cross my legs
become a holy man
too hot for anything
except swearing
Tess Kincaid
September 2011
Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 83
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