The heat that rises from a body
Can never be measured or controlled in any conventional logical way
It is measured in the race of breaths small sighs beats of the heart
It is measured in the amount of self-manufactured body oils
That swirl forth drunkenly from crevices pores orifices
It is measured in bruises and bites
Sticky whispers elongated moans
It is measured in how long you last
How well and hard you sleep that night
A word to the weary and warm
A word to the wise and weak ones
A word to the hot:
The heat that rises from a body can never be measured or controlled.
Jami Attenberg lives in New York City. Her online work is collected at
whatever-whenever.net.
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