Heatwave Girl

your voice

a belted ringing bell

like a mountain top monk

banging the brass at dawn

meeting at lunch

a smile to split my face

you stride in a navy suit

ring out my name!

breaking this hottest of days

a glory in a heatwave

the hot wind

blowing blonde across your eyes


my machine gun fire of words

fails to equal

the air shattering tone

your voice-chimes

ring a resonance

for all that bluff

those lovely sounds

chase down my lonely path

and I reach for a blue shape

squeeze and love your body

that sweet and scented home

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